Setting new heights of Really. Bad. Days.
Oct. 24th, 2012 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
monkey5sSo, today I went to work, was doing fine, and then, I went to the bathroom, and everything fell apart.
By which I mean, I got up from the toilet, turned to the sink to wash my hands before I pulled up my pants, started to lose my balance, tried to turn back to grab at the grab-bar that was on the other side of the toilet, and fell, cracking my head open on the doorjamb. It was a hard hit, but I got my knees under me and thought I might be able to get up OK. Then the blood started running down my face, and I thought hm, think I might be in trouble here.
The squad was great, they got me up and got my pants pulled up with no problem. I suspect I may have scarred the assistant director for life, though- she was trying to help me get situated and get pressure on the wound and maybe get my pants up, as well as clean up the puddles of blood so the squad didn't have to track through it.
NOBODY'S boss should have to help their employee get their pants pulled up.
I got a nice ride to the emergency room, and got a CAT scan there, and finally left with 21 stitches (three of them inside the wound) and 6 staples (to help stabilize the stitches) to close the 5-inch, crescent-shaped gash that starts on my forehead and goes up into my hair.
Right now I'm sitting and waiting for the s-i-l and niece to get back from the grocery for me. They had a go at getting the massive splattered, dripped, and soaked-in blood off my shirt (my favorite light green shirt) and when they get back they will take a try at getting some of the blood out of my hair, from where it was running from the wound despite the gauze pads and ice packs, etc, while they waited for the CAT scan results to be read and someone to show up and start stitching. Also, at some point they will be bringing my car home.
I called into work while I was waiting for my release paperwork, and told the supervisor in charge that I was pretty sure I wouldn't be in to work tomorrow. The boss called me at home in the evening, to see if I was OK and if I needed anything, and said the supervisor had called him to pass the word along. He said his thought was that he was pretty sure I wasn't going to be in for the rest of the week.
I work with awesome people. I will miss them terribly when I retire, but now I get to stress over the copays and deductibles on my health insurance, when I was trying to build up money in reserve to tide me over the start of retirement. I'm trying to keep the "grateful to work with awesome people" firmly in mind to counter the money stress resurgence.
And, as an added bonus, when the guy was trying to wrap my head to keep the gauze pad in place, he ended up giving me a "Civil War soldier" wrap. As he wheeled me out, with my head wrapped and the wrap going under my chin, too, above the blood-soaked shirt I came in wearing, we all agreed that I could go directly to any zombie party and be perfectly in costume!
By which I mean, I got up from the toilet, turned to the sink to wash my hands before I pulled up my pants, started to lose my balance, tried to turn back to grab at the grab-bar that was on the other side of the toilet, and fell, cracking my head open on the doorjamb. It was a hard hit, but I got my knees under me and thought I might be able to get up OK. Then the blood started running down my face, and I thought hm, think I might be in trouble here.
The squad was great, they got me up and got my pants pulled up with no problem. I suspect I may have scarred the assistant director for life, though- she was trying to help me get situated and get pressure on the wound and maybe get my pants up, as well as clean up the puddles of blood so the squad didn't have to track through it.
NOBODY'S boss should have to help their employee get their pants pulled up.
I got a nice ride to the emergency room, and got a CAT scan there, and finally left with 21 stitches (three of them inside the wound) and 6 staples (to help stabilize the stitches) to close the 5-inch, crescent-shaped gash that starts on my forehead and goes up into my hair.
Right now I'm sitting and waiting for the s-i-l and niece to get back from the grocery for me. They had a go at getting the massive splattered, dripped, and soaked-in blood off my shirt (my favorite light green shirt) and when they get back they will take a try at getting some of the blood out of my hair, from where it was running from the wound despite the gauze pads and ice packs, etc, while they waited for the CAT scan results to be read and someone to show up and start stitching. Also, at some point they will be bringing my car home.
I called into work while I was waiting for my release paperwork, and told the supervisor in charge that I was pretty sure I wouldn't be in to work tomorrow. The boss called me at home in the evening, to see if I was OK and if I needed anything, and said the supervisor had called him to pass the word along. He said his thought was that he was pretty sure I wasn't going to be in for the rest of the week.
I work with awesome people. I will miss them terribly when I retire, but now I get to stress over the copays and deductibles on my health insurance, when I was trying to build up money in reserve to tide me over the start of retirement. I'm trying to keep the "grateful to work with awesome people" firmly in mind to counter the money stress resurgence.
And, as an added bonus, when the guy was trying to wrap my head to keep the gauze pad in place, he ended up giving me a "Civil War soldier" wrap. As he wheeled me out, with my head wrapped and the wrap going under my chin, too, above the blood-soaked shirt I came in wearing, we all agreed that I could go directly to any zombie party and be perfectly in costume!
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Date: 2012-10-27 10:12 pm (UTC)The bleeding did stop once they managed to get it stitched together. That was apparently a bit challenging. Of course, I wouldn't know because they draped the paper over my face before they started, and it was soaked with blood down one side and plastered to my face for the duration.
Negative on the relatives staying over. It was fine, the one most capable (my s-i-l) is a smoker, and I can't expect her not to smoke while she's here. So it was great having her help, but it was also great having her leave so I could turn on the fan and blow some of the worst smell out, get the ashtray dumped into the garbage pail, etc.
Also, there is not any place with an extra bed in the house, and the couch is not usable for much at the moment. Someday, possibly, I might be able to get things cleaned out and shifted around and have a place for someone to stay over in an emergency. But not anytime soon.