After a few weeks of vegetating, I figured it was time to get back to living life to its fullest. Following a wonderful walk in the woods with Vlad on Sunday afternoon, a friend invited me over for a wine & hot tub evening with a couple of women friends. Sounded like a plan! Off I went.
So, with glass of wine in hand I walked out onto the deck beneath the evening stars....
... and promptly missed a step in the dark.
The glass of wine went flying up into the air, I hit the deck (literally), the wine came splashing down on top of me, and I heard something pop... not a good sign.
It didn't look good, either.
So, smelling like a wino, I went for a little ride in the ambulance to the hospital. I spent the night in the ER, went to x ray three times, was splinted four times before they got it right and was wheeled into surgery around 12 hours after arriving at the ER.
Luckily, my friend Nanodance followed the ambulance and kept me company for awhile. She also left me with perfect reading for the hospital:
My friend Ann broke into my house, (setting off the alarm and having a lovely chat with the security people,) and raided my domicile for the necessities of life... clean underwear, toothbrush and computer.
My friends Heather, Emma and Cherie brought me contraband DP (the perfect thing for getting those important bodily functions moving again.)
So, here's the wrap-up of my fun evening out...
Diagnosis: broken fibula and dislocated tibia.
Treatment: plate and screws in fibula, yanking, pulling and splinting for tibia.
Length of hospital stay: 3 nights.
Recovery time: 4-6 weeks without putting any pressure on the leg, then physical therapy.
Fun Drugs: Vicodin and a blood thinner that I get to inject into my stomach every night for the next four weeks. EWWW! (I'll need the Vicodin to get up the nerve to do that.)
Means of transportation: old lady walker, using my leg with the torn ACL & MCL to try to hop around the home. (Ann also went out and bought me a new leg brace and a raised toilet seat... just to make things easier... and to make me feel even more like an old lady.)
Recovery Location: My dear friend Shamra's house. (Remember the chickens?)
Good times! Good times! So glad I went back out amongst the living!
But, seriously... don't I have the most awesome friends ever?
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