Up date on my condition and LoverBear has managed to do it again!
October 6, 2009 11:21pm CST
I didn't make it to Stanford, but they did prescribe antibiotics--when the pharmacy finally gets the information from the doctor. The doctor prescribed the antibiotics and apparently didn't realize that there are two different ways the medications are dispensed. Hopefully the pharmacy will hear from the doctor tomorrow. Now for the reason why I didn't make it to Stanford. My BF Bill asked me to come out in the yard this morning, he had something he wanted to discuss. So out we went. Him in his walking shorts and me in my bathrobe. The front yard is dirt with about a 3% slope. I keep pitching rocks out of the yard, and they keep showing back up. Well as luck would have it, I was walking down the slope and hit a patch of lose dirt and some tiny rocks and my feet shot out from under me and I landed on my a$$! I promptly rolled over on my side (I think I blacked out for a couple of seconds from the intense pain) and laid there thinking not only did I finally kill myself but I also paralyzed myself. I was sick to my stomach, which tells me that I did something really bad to myself. Bill immediately was beside me frantic with worry. He checked my knee replacement site and determined that it was okay, and checked the other leg to make sure that I hadn't done too much damage to that one. He wanted to get me up asap; which, as I told him, would be a big mistake. I was on the ground for about 45 minutes wondering if I did major damage to my already crunched body. I finally determined that I could try to stand up and had Bill get the walker from storage. (It was the one that I got when my knee was replaced.) I managed to struggle to my feet and get into the house. Each step was pure pain. I sat down on the couch and Bill raced to get my pain medication. I did listen to that little voice that nagged me, it kept telling me to go to the ER. I looked up at Bill and said we're going to ER because I hurt too bad. I struggled up to my feet and managed to get dressed. Bill came down about 30 minutes later and off to the ER we went (the nearest ER is over an hour away!) I got in rather quickly and after xrays and a CT scan it was determined that I fractured my L1 bone. Fortunately it isn't a depressed fracture (I do personally prefer happy fractures myself! And apparently during the fall I managed to land on my right hand. I have a severely sprained ring finger on the right hand. I figured that it would be the finger that was broken and the back that was sprained. Yeah, my luck holds...) so I am on the disabled list for who knows how long. My moment of fun though was when you sign in at the hospital they have a printed information form. One of the questions is "What brought you here today?" I couldn't help it, HONEST! I filled out the line behind the question with "2001 Ford Mustang".
• United States
7 Oct 09
when I cut my arm on the door, I went in and they asked what was wrong (at a minor emergency center) I held up my arm with all the blood running down it (by that time it was drying, but still have rivulets of blood from hand to elbow all be they dry) its amazing, you want to get in quickly at a minor emergency center - be bleeding or throwing up - they can't get you OUT of the waiting room fast enough!
• United States
7 Oct 09
I try to find a good part to any awful situation (this time it's not only fracturing my back, spraining my finger, but it's happened a week before my birthday!). I did find one, although it is a bit strange good part. I have been coughing like crazy for the past 14 days and it got to the point of hurting badly. After the fall I can't cough because it hurts my back too badly. What is so funny about it all is when I called Stanford to cancel the appointment for the CT scan, the lady was really pushing to get me to reschedule. I had to have told her 6 times and she wouldn't give up! I couldn't get it through her head that I had had an accident, was hurting at a 18 on the Ricter scale of pain and just didn't want to try to think of even moving let alone get a calender to figure out a date for me to go up for a CT scan. Talk about dense! It's like having the ER doctor wanting to know who my primary care doctor is. Yeah right. The medical corp that I can go to with my insurance goes through doctors like most people go through toilet paper. I don't like to continually answer the same question time after time...so I end up with a new doctor each time I would go into the corp to see a doctor. GURRRRRR And what really pisses me off is that I would get a doctor I really liked and they might be there three months and they'd be gone. This injury goes into my "prat falls, great and small" diary. At least I didn't end up being put in the hospital. That was the first thought that went through my mind when the doctor told me I had a compression fracture. I just need to get some more padding on my butt so that there is more cushioning when I fall.
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