Impressions on Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Feet flying out from under me in the shower
My death hold on two grab bars , one behind me 1 on the side
Landing in a posed position like an amply endowed, aged artist's model, Rubenesque, breast, flank, belly exposed, genitalia obscured because I was sitting on it
Sitting in that cramped position forever awaiting paramedics-and longer while it was determined how to remove the shower doors and then the bathroom door
7 people in that tiny room trying to remove me from the shower enclosure
The delicious rush of fresh cold air on my cold, sweaty head and shoulders when we exited the Manor in the dark morning
The profoundly deep unrelenting ache in my right shoulder
The sound of sirens and the flashing red lights in the darkness, all because of me
Arriving at the hospital to a sea of greeting faces, one of whom announced, "I'm Ruth"
A man saying"Could you scoot over on to that table?" my answer,
"Could you pull your lower lip up over your head?"
And only Ruth laughed.
A procession of people asking one-answer questions after I'd bothered to learn their names
The x-ray guys one of whom was named Allen, spelled the right way, the way our family does it
The nice and gentle ER woman doctor on duty
At last after hours of unrelenting pain, Morphine for repositioning my shoulder in its socket.
11:50 p.m. February 9, 2012
Deja vu.........I awakened, stretched luxuriously, popped my shoulder out of position again and repeated the five hours I went through last Tuesday
I've been in the respite room since Tuesday, with no access to internet.
Did you miss me? I've missed all of you.