Aftermath

Maybe it's to be expected. I've been feeling really down the past couple of days. I haven't been out of the house except to get the mail and go see another doctor since I fell on Memorial day. I didn't have this many doctors when my back was broken in a car accident.

Even though I've been working from home, I finally threw in the towel yesterday and told everyone, I can't keep up and someone needed to step up and take over my projects. So far so good. I know I'm off through the end of June, and I'm supposed to be resting. So maybe it's time to actually rest.

One good thing has come out of this. I'm injured and our male estimator has been diagnosed with lymphoma (no that's not the good thing) so that left our newest hire, (who was supposed to be on board in January) but didn't show up until 6/1 and Wonder Woman. Suddenly the light bulb went on for the powers that be and they decided we needed a fifth. Duh! I told them that a year ago. We're being given a man who has worked for the company for years in another capacity. It's about time.

Time to rest a bit. This sitting at a desk gets very uncomfortable.

TLC

I've always known that my dear, sweet Jimbob is voluntarily helpless, but I didn't realize just how bad it is until I got hurt. He even said that he doesn't like this taking care of other people stuff. Not that he's done all that much. I'm surprised he hasn't hired a home nurse.

My biggest problem is that I have a hard time dressing myself since I'm unable to move my left arm. Yes, there are millions of people who dress themselves every day with the use of only one arm, but I have no practice at it. Although the past two days I did manage to do everything except hook my bra.

You just don't realize what muscles you use on a daily basis until you can't. Of course my kidney and cracked ribs are still pretty cantankerous, but something as simple as getting up off the toilet was excruciating at first. My right arm (the uninjured one) suddenly seems about 2 " short for the mundane, personal things in life that I've grown accustomed to doing.

Showering is exhausting and styling my hair with one hand is...interesting at best. I have the world's straightest, baby fine hair and the wet puppy look doesn't help the self-esteem issue. Sweat pants and big t-shirts are the preferred dress. Anything that fits (touches) is painful.

I haven't been able to sleep in bed since I got home from the hospital. I tried, but since my entire left side is a mass of unsightly bruises with accompanying aches, once i got in bed I couldn't move. Oh sure, I could flop my legs around like a baby octopus, but it was as if my upper body was nailed to the mattress. Getting out of bed to go pee, was stressful. You know? There is a time factor involved in such silly little actions.

Tomorrow I go see the urologist so he can tell me that I had a serious injury and need to stay home a least another week. Like I hadn't figured it out yet. I guess I just don't bounce like I used to.

My boss called yesterday to see how soon I was coming back. They're finally recognizing the fact that we're seriously undermanned, In spite of what Wonder Woman has said, she can't do it all. Tee Hee. And when the boss remembers that I'm going to be gone the first week in August...well let's just say he's not going to be happy. All I can say is, "Bite me." I'm going to be there when my grand daughter is born. Or at least as close as possible.

IRONY

How’s this for irony? I had already decided to tell Jimbob that I wanted a new ladder for my birthday in July. But this past weekend I went ahead and used the resident relic in order to paint the family room while he (Jimbob) was in OK with his brother.

Everything went just fine Saturday, and Sunday I took it easy, went to see a movie and vegged out the remainder of the day. Monday I was up bright and early and started taping over the fireplace…when my 30 year old stepladder suffered metal fatigue.

I felt it giving way, but couldn’t do a thing about it. I landed on the hearth with my left elbow and my ribcage hit the edge of the brick. I no more than thought about the very heavy mirror over the fireplace coming down too, when it did. I’m not sure how the weight of the monster missed me, but again, it did. And more importantly, it didn’t break.

Since I was still awake, and able to walk away from the crime scene, I thought I’d wait awhile before going to the hospital. Silly me. I still hoped nothing was broken. The hospital is only ten minutes away, so I didn’t want to bother anyone and drove myself. Besides, maybe they’d just take a few x-rays and send me home with a a handful of pain killers.

I was pretty sure my shoulder and a rib or two were cracked, but I hurt in places where there aren’t any bones. My hopes of going home were fading fast. I didn’t want to call Jimbob to come home because I knew he’d speed more than usual. I could just see him getting in a wreck driving like a maniac.

Wouldn’t you know when I finally broke down and called Jimbob, his cell phone was turned off…and of course, so was bro’s. I called bro’s wife to see if she knew where the guys were. Three hours later, she got bro, who told Jimbob to call me.

In the meantime, total damages were one broken arm (just below the shoulder), two cracked ribs and one badly bruised kidney. Add to that two nights in the hospital and between 2-4 weeks off work. I have better holidays.

As I’ve mentioned many times, we are drowning at work. Our guy estimator is now out due to surgery and I’m incapacitated. I’m laughing my ass off because “Wonder Woman”, also known as the cow, who thinks she knows it all and can do everything better than anyone else is crying fowl. I can’t wait until she explodes at some poor unsuspecting soul. It could actually be worth the pain to see her crash and burn. I have my marshmallows all ready to roast.