Or at least I did. Wednesday, February 4th.
First, Arlington First Responders are the best! Thank you all so very VERY much!
Not sure exactly how I misjudged the height of the sidewalk in front of the Sprint Store, caught the tip of my shoe on the edge, further tripped self trying to catch self as I stumbled forward flailing in vain for balance, must have somehow managed partially break my fall but still solidly thwonked the side of my forehead on the concrete. Yep, sort of sounds like a dropped watermelon. I lay there eyes closed expecting everything to go black instantly and when that didn't happen expected slower inter-cranial bleeding, then go into a coma and die - as my neighbor's mother had from same sort of fall a couple of years ago. Literally the first thing I thought, unless the "This can't be good!" quickly preceded it. I wasn't nervous or scared. Just briefly pondered the utter irony and ignominy. Strange what one thinks at a time like that. I still have no idea how I could fall that hard without scraping myself up good or breaking or bruising something like ribs or hip or hands or wrists or nose or neck and/or twisting my back. Instead, I didn't even get a headache, though a bit later I did have a few mild twinges in my mid-back and a couple of days after that I realized my rib-cage was a bit sore and my arms, where apparently I did somehow manage to break my fall. I absolutely admit I was d*** lucky and absolutely blessed that by some miracle I wasn't and didn't. Result: big knot and bruise the side of my eyebrow and one really swollen and REALLY BLACK eye - both of which will apparently take a long while to disappear. Oh, and I've got a small scrape just beneath the inside of one ankle. Huh? My eyeglasses weren't even scratched. Really weird. Very, very blessed.
To add to that blessing, by coincidence 4 police officers were eating lunch next door so within seconds I was surrounded by uniforms, being attended to and being asked non-stop questions. And I kept volunteering information - just in case, you know. When the firetruck and ambulance arrived (Arlington dispatches Fire on every emergency call because all our firemen are also certified EMTs) I heard a bit of discussion I wasn't paying attention to because my mind was elsewhere thinking about what I'd need to do if I had to stay in the hospital overnight or longer, my cats, etc., still expecting to black out, go into a coma ..., and answering even MORE questions. Good grief. Enough already. Someone put a collar around my neck. Then a male voice loudly said "LINDA! What-did-you-do-to-yourself?!?!" [Since then I've realized that was a triage thing. I've even been trained in how to do it, but from the perspective of the victim, it's a very different experience.] The voice was familiar. I opened my eyes a slit to see who the heck would talk like that and saw a face intently staring at me. [More triage technique though at the time I couldn't figure out why he was staring and looking so serious.] "Billy!!!" And something like "what are YOU doing here?, thinking he should be at a different location and trying to sound conversational and normal, when I probably really wasn't. It was the Fireman/EMT I call "Billy, the Fireman" whom I've known for almost 8 years as a member of the Community Emergency Response Team. I thought he was stationed on the other side of town, which explains my question. He's a CERT trainer and a search and rescue expert who has been all over the States and occasionally overseas assisting with various disasters. If there's ONE person you'd want to show up to take care of you when you klutz yourself, HE'S the guy! Apparently I passed his triage/assessment evaluation because when I asked if I REALLY had to be strapped to a backboard or even lay down on the stretche, he said if I did I'd be on it until after the CT results came back and most people found it really uncomfortable but was my choice. The last thing I wanted to have to do was make a decision, but that was a no brainer, thank goodness. So I rode the 3 or 4 minutes to the hospital sitting up on the stretcher. If I'd have been laying down good bet I would have gotten sea sick. I had no idea they bounched and swayed so much. I really wished I could have just driven myself home. Come to think of it, I may have asked Billy if I really wanted to go to the hospital. If so, he said yes. Sheesh.
The Arlington Law Enforcement and Emergency Response "Grapevine" is exceedingly fast.
Within 10 minutes of getting to the ER a spiffily uniformed APD officer walked in. Even IF I'm making verbal sense (or not), I'm still stunned and shaky, and still thinking at any moment I'll ... etc., and figure he's going to ask me MORE questions before that happens. But NO. It's a sergeant from the Crime Prevention Unit who "stoppd by" (read that as "made a special trip") to see how I was doing, to assure me Arlington takes care of its volunteers, was there anything he could personally do for me. Did I mind if he came by and checked on me, and to call him personally if I needed anything. Wow. I had no idea being a volunteer had such comforting perks! I asked "How did you know I was here?" He replied to the effect that "Everyone in Arlington knows about you." I think I sort of hung my head in embarrassment and shame. Which is when I realized that the police officers had removed my City Volunteer ID I was still wearing since I'd just left the Office of Emergency Management after siren testing.. Heck, they probably broadcast my name and age over their radios and thus the Scanner so that anyone listening would have immediately known. It was probably Billy the Fireman who called the OEM.One of the female EMS ambulance attendants called my sister for me. She arrived after he had left. I was telling her about him, when the officer in charge of the Arlington Police Academy walked in wearing civilian clothes on his day off and in the midst of writing a paper for his grad school course. My brain finally began to feel almost normal. He left. They came and got me for the CT, during which the Pastor dropped in. He decidedly did not look like he felt well and appeared very tired. If I hadn't been so wrapped up in my self I would like to think I would have asked what was wrong. Instead a nurse came in with a suture tray. I told her I didn't want stitches. I opted for a super glue kin which the ER doc dripped on..In the process, I got a lecture about my blood pressure (which was disturbingly high at that moment, hopefully the result of the trauma and stress.) Dr was more concerned about that than my head. I began to feel like I was taking up space someone else needed a lot more than I did. If this had happened at home, I would have just laid there until I felt like I could get up and around and not bothered with the ER. Apparently the CT results were fine because the doctor walked in, took off the neck brace, and left to write a prescription for BP meds. I said something to my sister about how to get my car home. The nurse said it was okay for me to drive. Really? No orders not to drive. I intended to verify with the doc, but he was with someone who needed him more than I did. I got about 3 blocks and decided it really wasn't such a good idea but made it home safely anyway.
Epilog:
- Eye was only swollen shut a couple of days. It looks a LOT better now but that knot's not changed. Yep, small scar.
- Ladies from the church called every day or 2 offering to bring food or anything I needed. I thanked them but I was well stocked with food, and frankly, I didn't want to have to get dressed just to open the front door. :D I only heard from my Daughter once that same evening. Her solution was for me to drive over and let her husband take care of me that night. I politely told her I didn't feel like driving anywhere. He called when he got free and would have come over to get me, but I suggested instead that he just call me when he took a break from writing his own grad school paper. My Dad called that evening and the next afternoon. My brother called a couple of times. I posted a couple of things on FB, so my sister, and maybe my DD, saw info there. In any event, I learned to take care of myself by myself decades ago. I prefer to be home rather than stay somewhere with nothing to do and/or with a stranger. That's a good thing because I'm a horrible patient.
- I drove myself to a meeting Saturday morning, and was surprised how much it wore me out. I wore sunglasses but couldn't completely hide big black eye. An acquaintance walked past me, took a step back and threw her hands over her mouth to stifle a gasp. As a hospital employee, she was appalled I hadn't seen a doctor the next day. First, I'd have to find one.
- My pastor had to be taken to the ER during Sunday School because of a heart issue. He's being treated with meds. No wonder he looked so not well on Wednesday.
- Went to Citizens Police Academy (it's REALLY REALLY interesting - if you ever have the chance to attend one DO!!). After the break, I was the "Show and Tell." When I lifted up my sunglasses there were audible gasps. They laughed when I mentioned the "grapevine." I agreed to do so only because it gave me the opportunity to thank the officers that had cared for and assisted me, and the Sgt and our own Officer for being so kind as to visit me in the ER. The Sgt giving the instruction (very same presentation as he gives the Police Trainees), is a counter-part to the Sgt. in charge of a similar unit to the one who came to my rescue earlier. I suspect he said something to him about my appreciation.
- I found out the names of the officers who'd helped me the week before. I should have already sent an email Thank You, but I wanted to do something special but appropriate and have been waiting for a reply from a third party. Wish I baked cookies!
- I finally read the "discharge" sheet carefully. I thought I hadn't received one. Instead, it doesn't look anything like I anticipated. At the bottom is a list of my medication allergies. I specifically carry a 2-sheet, detailed Medical Info document in my wallet. Folded, it has a big red stripe at the top of it. Can't miss it. If they don't have that info and give me what's they'd give 95% of everyone else, I'd be in serious trouble. The EMTs took a look at it, and the ambulance EMS, who handed it to the ER nurse once I was at the hospital. When it was handed back I was told they'd input all the information into their computerized records. The very first med allergy listed is Penicillin. Guess what is NOT on my hospital list of medication allergies? Can't say that surprises me. In fact I fully expected some problem or another. They consistently make medical errors up there. I've sworn the only way you'll get me into a hospital is feet first and unconscious. If I hadn't been in public and the only other option to lay on the sidewalk or in my car for few hours til someone came to take me home or my head cleared, I'd have refused to go to the ER. But I doubt Billy the Fireman would have let me.
And no, I haven't taken a single cross stitch lately.