This is a 3 part blog. See the two previous blogs below to get the flow of the thing.
Review: got car after hassle with Covid Ford of Hutto (Covert).
Ice / Snow / Ice / Snow / power outages / water outages / record low temperatures.
Backed car out of garage / slipped on ice / went to town
Sometime after 4 o'clock, we were home. My arm/shoulder was aching. My left side started to hurt. It was the left side, towards the middle, towards the back - not to the actual back though. It started to hurt. I took a Tylenol. The pain increased. I took an Aleve. By bedtime, the pain was getting severe. I hurt. The old joke: it only hurt when I laughed.
Don't sneeze or cough when your side hurts. I went to bed at 11. For me, this is remarkable. I am never in bed before midnight. I laid in bed on my back. I couldn't move. My thoughts were of ambulance to the hospital. The pain grew. Sympathy, I need sympathy. About midnight I attempted to roll a bit to my left. I felt something move inside me. This cannot be good.
Thump. Thump. I tapped my wife gently and whispered softly - I NEED HELP!! She most graciously got out of bed and helped me sit up. Once up, I moved to my chair in the living room. She brought a blanket. I was still in my clothes of the day. There was no way I could change into my nightie. I slept in my chair all night. It was not good; but, it was better than the bed.
Sunday dawned and I shuffled around all day - move the wrong way and pain hits. It was decided that I would go to the doctor on Monday if the pain was still there. It was.
Called my primary care doctor. He was booked solid for a week. The nurse suggested I go to the "Family Clinic" across the street from the hospital; they take walk-ins. I called. The nurse told me to go to the Emergency Ward of the hospital. The Family Clinic has no X-ray machine. Sigh. I didn't call them. We drove to town - to the emergency room - met a nice young man with an ear ring who checked our temperature - sat in waiting room (or rather Waited in Waiting Room) - was called into the first room.
I told my story. A nurse cam in and put a yellow band on my wrist: "Fall Risk." I explained that I was not a fall risk unless they had patches of ice in the hallway. It didn't matter. I was put in room 9. X-ray and doctor visits. I had a choice: sit on the bed or on a chair. I took the chair. Beds and I are not friends yet. Much to do. Results. I have a fracture of the 9th rib on the left side.
Go home and heal. they gave me 12 pills. Tramadol. Opioid, my first. they said it would take from 2 weeks to 3 months - depending. sigh. In the future I am going to list the possible side effects of Tramadol. Isn't interesting that Tramadol doesn't kick in my spell chek? I don't know how to spell opiod. I save my drugs for night time sleeping in the chair.
Yesterday, I slept in my chair for 12 straight hours. I made myself get up today.
BECAUSE, WE GET OUR STUPID COVID 2ND SHOT TODAY AT 2 P.M.
Now TV is saying we'll need more shots in the fall to counter the covid variations. Of course this means that people who know more than I will proclaim that masks must be worn through 2025. When the time comes, they will try to bury me in a mask. When will it end?
I'm stopping here. Next week must be better than the past 3 weeks. All we need now is a meteor shower. Over and out.
WHINE IS OVER.