...post-concert fun. After the Willie show was over, we were fumbling our way back to the car in the dark, with only a cell phone to light the rocky, weedy, rough path: I fell. And broke something important. In my wrist, when my hands went out instinctively to cushion the landing. I knew it was going to be bad... even as gravity was doing what gravity does.
I was struggling to get up, with injured hands, scraped knees, and the help/support of my cousin. Just a few yards more, and we were in her car. With enough light to see how bad it really was. A big knot already on the back of my hand, and plenty of pain. She offered for us to go to the ER, but we went back to her house instead.
My thinking, faulty though it might be: I would rather spend the night in the waiting room of a familiar ER than a strange one in Atlanta. Called my dau., who had just gone to bed, to ask her to drive with me. After a two hour drive, we (surprisingly) spent a only an hour waiting. Another hour being x-rayed, wrapped to stabilize and told to see the specialist. The NP who came in, had the images on her cell phone, reported she had already sent the wrist photos to the doctor. Amazing!
I am wrapped, and taped, and ace bandaged. Even though it was a short night, getting to bed after 3:00 pm, I slept remarkably well. Do think it might be due to morphine injection in my backside?
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