*That Was The Week That Was – Episode One
When last we saw our fair damsel in distress, she was being unceremoniously lifted to a standing position by two of our finest. The following night, my husband was up all night with an upset stomach. He was in so much pain by Saturday that I called my older son [made up name: Kurt] to take him to the hospital. Upon hearing this, my younger son [made up name: Van] caught an Uber from the city and stayed here to be with me and wait for answers. By 8:00, we got word that they had diagnosed him with diverticulitis and were admitting him. Once he was under the soothing effects of morphine, he was feeling better but still sick.
Van decided to stay over here in case I needed him. I did. From all the stress, I could barely move, and he helped me up the stairs at 1:00 A.M. We both kept our cell phones so I could call him if I needed him. Again, I did. He needed to lift my legs into the bed. He was such a great help, and I’m so proud of him. He left early Sunday to pick up more clothes and Kasey, the dog. I took my shower, got dressed, and started downstairs.
My foot got turned on the top step, and I fell backwards. Half my body was lying on the hallway floor, and my legs and feet were dangling over the stairwell. I couldn’t get up no matter how hard I tried. Fortunately, I had my phone, but neither of my boys would get there soon enough. So, once again, I called 911. They arrived quickly, but they couldn’t get in. By accident, my son had locked the door, and there was no spare key outside. I was agony lying in that position, so I told the dispatcher they could break the glass on the door. The EMTs ran up the stairs and got my back off the floor. They wanted to carry me down, but I said no, thank you very much. They suggested I leave a key with the neighbors and get a lockbox for the front door.
This is the end of our first episode. Oh, it gets better!
P.S. I got caught up reading all of your posts, but I can’t comment on that many all at once. I’ll try to get back to that shortly.