But I've got a good enough reason.
Woke up a week ago in the middle of the night
with excruciating pain in my groin.
I had such a difficult time moving
but finally made it into the bathroom.
Once 4:30 rolled around,
I knew I was in trouble.
Big Trouble.
I told The Runner how much pain I was in.
He wanted to call 9-1-1 or take me to the ER.
Thing is, we live on the third floor
and I knew it was not a good idea for him to carry me.
Waited it out until 10:30 until calling 9-1-1
and this was after the pain went
from my groin to my right knee.
The only thing I could think of was a broken hip.
And let me tell you - I was scared to death.
A broken hip was what started the spiral decline
to my mother's death.
You have to understand,
ever since I went through the
Euless Citizens' Fire Academy
and got to know every single firefighter in our city,
I dreaded this day.
I constantly told my husband this:
"If ever my hair is not styled.
If ever my make-up is not on.
If ever I'm not completely dressed,
and I need medical assistance,
you drag me down the three flights of stairs,
across the street into Grapevine
before dialing 9-1-1
because I don't want the guys I know
to see me when I wasn't put together."
Guess when you're in pain,
it doesn't matter if you have bed head
and there's not a spot of make-up on your face
and you're in flannel pajamas,
it just doesn't matter.
We all know that the Euless firefighters and medics
are top notch and the best of the best.
And they were.
Two medics were here before I knew it.
Once they realized they'd have to take me down
on a stair chair, they called for back-up.
Seconds later, four more guys were in our living room.
I can't say enough good about them.
From the moment they were with me
until the moment they left the hospital,
I was definitely in good hands.
So.
What was wrong?
I wish I could tell you.
Labs, urinalysis, x-rays, ultra sound,
cat scan, MRI, morphine and muscle relaxers.
All that, and they don't know.
I was admitted.
Thought it would be overnight.
Nope - I was there for three days.
I had shots in my belly to prevent blood clots.
Two different visits from occupational therapists
and physical therapists.
But I'm home now and that's all that matters.
Still taking a pain med and a muscle relaxer,
which make me feel blahhhhh.
But I'm getting there.
I have to be patient with myself.
In the meantime, y'all missed out
on a few birthday cards.
Follow-up appointment on Thursday
but I can't imagine she'll tell me anything different.
We'll see.
