All about my adventure in the ER and this sling they put me in
It’s really not as dramatic as that might sound.
The other night I had a hankering for biscuits (I used the word “hankering” here 100% for the benefit of my fellow Offbeat Empirettes, because they seem to quite AMUSED by my SOUTHERN-NESS). I asked Jasper if he wanted biscuits and he said no, but I was all, “CHILD OF MINE! We! Are! Eating! Biscuits!” So at the same time as I’m making this very important decision, I’m on the phone with Kim discussing this very adorable Norwegian band that we’re infatuated with (more on them in a sec) and a song that is oh-so-good (there will be a video embedded, trust me). I’m also wearing socks, because holy moly in all heaven it was below 70 degrees and perfect outside. Our flour is stored up high, way above the stove in a cabinet that is much higher than my head. So, to properly set the scene: I have socks on my feet, I’m climbing onto the stove/counter, I’m talking about music, I’m on the phone. This is a Bad Thing Waiting To Happen.
In a particularly exclamatory moment (I think), I all of the sudden slipped off the counter and went crashing to the floor which seemed to be far, far below. I let out a string of expletives that Jasper merrily repeated as I landed very harshly on my right arm, mostly on my elbow. It hurt immediately, but I wasn’t sure if it was Really Bad until around 10 minutes later when all of the sudden my arm was numb and I was quite certain that meant it was Very Bad Indeed. I got off the phone with Kim and tried to call Sean six or seventeen hundred times in a row to no avail (he was in math class about to take a test), so then I scrambled. I tried calling Kim back, but thanks to the dude who spilled beer on her cell phone I’m not sure the phone call showed up. So I called Stephen, who madly biked home to watch Jasper, and Ashley, who came to pick me up and drive me to the ER.
I’ll go ahead and interject: I’m not stranger to pain. I fall down or break things (usually both simultaneously) all the time. I’m not the best person when it comes to dealing with pain, but I’m not NOT used to it. I didn’t want to overreact, but I also didn’t want to risk messing up my arm or my arm being broken and me not realizing, because hey: IT’S MY ARM. And as you know, I’m both a photographer and a blogger, and I do lots of stuff with my arm, particularly my right arm, and it would be seriously NOT COOL if something bad happened to it. So. TO THE ER WE JOURNEYED!
We arrived to a full house around 6:30 and prepared ourselves for a very long stay. There were some interesting (and by interesting I mean scary) people there, particularly one guy who kept staring at us very, very intensely, but luckily I was called in quite quickly. I’m not sure if it’s my winning personality (let’s say that) or the fact that Ashley wrote “broken elbow?” on the “what’s wrong with you” part of the info slip, but whatever it was: it got things moving. We were shuttled from place to place, triage, x-ray, waiting room, official hospital room, and it all went rather quickly. The verdict is/was that my elbow was not broken (yay!) but that it was internally bruised, and I’m supposed to have it in a sling… right now. But I’ll say that it’s not hurting nearly as much as it was, and I’m very thankful that we didn’t have a wedding this weekend, because I’m sure I’d be whistling a different tune. We did have two sessions, but they don’t seem to have damaged me beyond repair.
So… the moral of the story: don’t climb on counters. Don’t climb on them anytime, but especially when you’re wearing socks and talking about music and distracted.
Oh, and here’s that Norwegian song I was talking about:
Kings of Convenience - Boat Behind from wzzk on Vimeo.
The song is awesome and the band is Kings of Convenience and they are the cutest things in the world. They’re also really good. LISTEN AND LOVE.
The other night I had a hankering for biscuits (I used the word “hankering” here 100% for the benefit of my fellow Offbeat Empirettes, because they seem to quite AMUSED by my SOUTHERN-NESS). I asked Jasper if he wanted biscuits and he said no, but I was all, “CHILD OF MINE! We! Are! Eating! Biscuits!” So at the same time as I’m making this very important decision, I’m on the phone with Kim discussing this very adorable Norwegian band that we’re infatuated with (more on them in a sec) and a song that is oh-so-good (there will be a video embedded, trust me). I’m also wearing socks, because holy moly in all heaven it was below 70 degrees and perfect outside. Our flour is stored up high, way above the stove in a cabinet that is much higher than my head. So, to properly set the scene: I have socks on my feet, I’m climbing onto the stove/counter, I’m talking about music, I’m on the phone. This is a Bad Thing Waiting To Happen.
In a particularly exclamatory moment (I think), I all of the sudden slipped off the counter and went crashing to the floor which seemed to be far, far below. I let out a string of expletives that Jasper merrily repeated as I landed very harshly on my right arm, mostly on my elbow. It hurt immediately, but I wasn’t sure if it was Really Bad until around 10 minutes later when all of the sudden my arm was numb and I was quite certain that meant it was Very Bad Indeed. I got off the phone with Kim and tried to call Sean six or seventeen hundred times in a row to no avail (he was in math class about to take a test), so then I scrambled. I tried calling Kim back, but thanks to the dude who spilled beer on her cell phone I’m not sure the phone call showed up. So I called Stephen, who madly biked home to watch Jasper, and Ashley, who came to pick me up and drive me to the ER.
I’ll go ahead and interject: I’m not stranger to pain. I fall down or break things (usually both simultaneously) all the time. I’m not the best person when it comes to dealing with pain, but I’m not NOT used to it. I didn’t want to overreact, but I also didn’t want to risk messing up my arm or my arm being broken and me not realizing, because hey: IT’S MY ARM. And as you know, I’m both a photographer and a blogger, and I do lots of stuff with my arm, particularly my right arm, and it would be seriously NOT COOL if something bad happened to it. So. TO THE ER WE JOURNEYED!
We arrived to a full house around 6:30 and prepared ourselves for a very long stay. There were some interesting (and by interesting I mean scary) people there, particularly one guy who kept staring at us very, very intensely, but luckily I was called in quite quickly. I’m not sure if it’s my winning personality (let’s say that) or the fact that Ashley wrote “broken elbow?” on the “what’s wrong with you” part of the info slip, but whatever it was: it got things moving. We were shuttled from place to place, triage, x-ray, waiting room, official hospital room, and it all went rather quickly. The verdict is/was that my elbow was not broken (yay!) but that it was internally bruised, and I’m supposed to have it in a sling… right now. But I’ll say that it’s not hurting nearly as much as it was, and I’m very thankful that we didn’t have a wedding this weekend, because I’m sure I’d be whistling a different tune. We did have two sessions, but they don’t seem to have damaged me beyond repair.
So… the moral of the story: don’t climb on counters. Don’t climb on them anytime, but especially when you’re wearing socks and talking about music and distracted.
Oh, and here’s that Norwegian song I was talking about:
Kings of Convenience - Boat Behind from wzzk on Vimeo.
The song is awesome and the band is Kings of Convenience and they are the cutest things in the world. They’re also really good. LISTEN AND LOVE.
