This is going to be very short, just to let you know where I've been and what's going on, because I don't feel at all good. Tuesday morning at work, I slipped on the stairs, fell off the next to last one, and landed hard on my left side. I ended up going to the Emergency Room because I knew something was pretty wrong since I couldn't walk or put any weight on that side. X-rays shows that I'd fractured my left hip and I had surgery Tuesday night to insert three titanium screws.
I got out of the hospital late this afternoon and, while I feel much better in my own surroundings, I'm in a good bit of pain. My neighbor, a nurse, has been kind enough to help me out a lot, and she and her son have been taking care of my dog. My sister's coming tomorrow, and another friend will be here soon to help me out while I'm laid up. I'm almost embarrassed to tell you that they wouldn't let me leave the hospital until I obtained a walker, but I don't care if it does look "old lady." I'm scooting around quite well on it and can do pretty much whatever I need to, within reason.
I won't be going out -- which means up and down stairs -- for a while, but I'm doing okay. It could have been a lot worse. And the good news is that my boss started the paperwork for Workers Comp almost immediately. He told me this morning that the adjustor is giving him some problems about whether it is or is not covered, but he's telling them it is absolutely a valid claim and they're going to have to pay my medical costs. And he told me I'd still have my job when I recover, so that was a relief.
I'm probably not going to be on the computer much for the next little while, but I wanted my good friends in the Blogosphere to know I wasn't just vegging out. You all take care and, for goodness sake, be careful on stairs! I love you guys.
Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
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You expect us to believe that wild story Sherry?
Just Kidding...
I'm glad that you are on the mend Honey...(((BIGHUGG)))
When I first spotted your "I Got A Booboo" title, I was worried that you acquired a new beau and this Pug was history. But this might even be worse. Heal up soon. Then we can think of better uses for your walker.
;-)
That's some boo boo! Gentle hugs and prayers for your recovery.
OMG, you POOR BABY!!! I wish I lived closer so I could come make you chicken soup and help you out. I'll have to get together a 'book' care package pronto. I've had a broken hip (albeit from a motorcycle wreck) so I can truthfully say I feel your pain. I hope they gave you some good pain medicine. :-)
Be sure to watch the kid's movie, "UP" while you're laid up if you haven't seen it already. There's some great, funny stuff about a walker in it. We own it and watch it about once a week. I know you don't need legal advice, but file for your Worker's Comp ASAP! Sending love and hugs!! xo
Thank you, Galen. It does sound like a wild story, doesn't it? When the surgeon walked in Tues. evening, he kind of did a double-take and said I didn't look like the typical hip patient and wondered how the hell I did that. I've got plenty of help and more on the way so, yeah, I'm on the mend.:)
Um, my beaus aren't usually booboos, Pugsley. Though there have been some. LOL. I plan to race my walker when I'm done with it.:-)
Thanks, Roxan. Yep, some booboo. Ain't never doing THAT again.:)
I thought I remembered you breaking a hip in a bike wreck, Marion. You definitely know how it feels. Hopefully, my boss will get cracking on the Workers Comp thing and get the adjuster's ass in gear. I've got Hydrocodone for pain and it works great. Makes me a little bit queasy, but I'd rather be queasy than in pain. I actually do have some new books; just haven't felt like reading since I've been home. I probably will after my sister gets here.:)
You just follow doc's orders and proceed at your pace. *Hug*
If the Hydrocodone makes you queasy, ask your doctor for Percocet instead. It works better and has less side effects. No need to suffer. I'm an expert on pain since my botched back surgery. Yeah, the pain medicine tends to mess up your concentration a bit, but it'll pass.
And you stay on their ass about the WC. If they give you any bullshit, get a WC lawyer asap. They can only charge 20% tops on any settlements and trust me, they earn their money! They also have to pay you for all of your mileage to any doctor's appointment or even picking up your medicines. (Keep records!) Comp is a whole 'nother world from regular law, unfortunately. I hope you feel better soon. Love & Hugs!!
That's what I'm trying to do, Skunk. It's my nature to "over-do," but I'm really trying to override it because I don't want any complications.:)
I'm okay with the meds now, Marion. I guess I had to build up a little tolerance for it. It's no longer making me queasy; just doing its job controlling the pain. And I have to say, I'm not in excrutiating pain at all. Just about every part on my left side is bruised black, but the pain hasn't been unbearable. And don't worry, I'm definitely going to dog them about the WC claim. If WC isn't going to pay what I know are going to be huge medical costs, SOMEBODY is. Even my boss told me those stairs are tricky, and this was not my fault.:)
I had a similar accident two years ago. For about six weeks after the surgery I would fall asleep in my chair, like I was 90 years old. Also, my emotional stability (which I consider to be my superpower) went on the fritz. Good luck on your recovery.
Thanks, Edward. Luckily, I think it's my emotional stability and firm belief in mind over matter that's getting me through this so smoothly. Knock on wood. I hope you've made a full recovery. We not ridiculously young but not old people, either, are going to have to persevere to be extra careful to avoid such accidents. On the other hand, now that we've had our "old age" accidents prematurely, maybe we'll skate through old age when it comes.:)
the title
of this post
immediate;y brought
to mind the 3-breasted hooker
(oh yeah) in the arnold schwartzeneger
film, "total recall"... but i soon came to realize that jokes are not what are called for here -- sherry, get well soon
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/t.
Not to worry, /t. Jokes are always appropriate, especially funny ones.:)
I'm not certain how brilliant falling down the stairs and getting hurt is, Jingle, but ... thank you.
ouch.....i'm sorry you fell down, glad it wasn't any worse, happy your boss seems to be taking care of workman's comp & really glad you're getting around with that walker contraption! :) keep getting better....
Thanks, Don. It could have been a whole lot worse, so I'm thankful it wasn't. I'm probably actually lucky not to have to go out in this damn awful heat!:)
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