Sunday morning thrilla
Apr. 28th, 2024 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisI went swimming after I fed the cats and slept in a bit. When I got back I was finishing breakfast and having coffee and internetting when there was a knock at the door. It was Myrna. Joan had fallen. John (the hallway muscle) was do downstairs putting up chairs for church and could I come help get her up.
Turns out she had gone out to get her paper and slipped on the hardwood floors (Joan loves to point a finger 'that cleaner the girl used last week made the floor slippery') and fell hitting the corner of the marble counter top right between her boobs on the way down. She's pretty sure she fractured her sternum which she did once before. It feels the same. She's a tiny thing but there was no way I could grip her that didn't hurt her so we got pillows and made her comfortable and called the front desk.
They sent a guy - Chad, who is actually one of the nicest ones and kind of cute and found a puzzle piece when he was passing through the elbow last week. Chad made some good suggestions but also decided with Joan's agreement that it was EMT time.
The front desk sent the EMT's the wrong way, twice. They misdirected the original responders and then Chad explained the problem so they sent the guys with the gurney a different wrong way. Note to self: if I'm dying, just go ahead and die cause they ain't going to get to you in time anyway.
Joan loved it because more people to blame. Her attitude was actually pretty darned good all things considered. Myrna fitted her up with hospital socks and her paper and her purse and off she went. Then Myrna and I cleaned up the kitchen and checked everything and turned out the lights and left. I was very impressed that she had made her bed before she even went to get the newspaper! Also she had the TV on for the news and it wasn't FOX. So she gets several more points.
I did have to laugh tho. They asked her how old she is - 91 - and then the EMT at the computer said 'so other than breaking your sternum that time, any other medical history?' SHE's 91 fucking years old and still breathing... you got an hour or two for the dets???
She's going to call Myrna when she gets settled and if she needs anything I'll drive Myrna over to deliver. Plus Joan has family nearby-ish.
But, speaking of the infirmed... Yesterday morning, Biggie threw up his breakfast. He did that a month ago. But nothing since. This morning, he seems fine. Fingers crossed.
After feeling so competent about my knitting project yesterday, I found a fatal error and had to rip out all I had done. Most of the time ripping out is sad but not difficult. This pattern/yarn combo makes ripping out a bitch and a half. It took most of two hours to finish but I did and now am on the right path. I hope.
Today's game is at 1. I have lots of leftovers to eat. But, first I'm going to make up my bed! Joan has now bed shamed me. Oh and I think I'll get dressed, too.
Turns out she had gone out to get her paper and slipped on the hardwood floors (Joan loves to point a finger 'that cleaner the girl used last week made the floor slippery') and fell hitting the corner of the marble counter top right between her boobs on the way down. She's pretty sure she fractured her sternum which she did once before. It feels the same. She's a tiny thing but there was no way I could grip her that didn't hurt her so we got pillows and made her comfortable and called the front desk.
They sent a guy - Chad, who is actually one of the nicest ones and kind of cute and found a puzzle piece when he was passing through the elbow last week. Chad made some good suggestions but also decided with Joan's agreement that it was EMT time.
The front desk sent the EMT's the wrong way, twice. They misdirected the original responders and then Chad explained the problem so they sent the guys with the gurney a different wrong way. Note to self: if I'm dying, just go ahead and die cause they ain't going to get to you in time anyway.
Joan loved it because more people to blame. Her attitude was actually pretty darned good all things considered. Myrna fitted her up with hospital socks and her paper and her purse and off she went. Then Myrna and I cleaned up the kitchen and checked everything and turned out the lights and left. I was very impressed that she had made her bed before she even went to get the newspaper! Also she had the TV on for the news and it wasn't FOX. So she gets several more points.
I did have to laugh tho. They asked her how old she is - 91 - and then the EMT at the computer said 'so other than breaking your sternum that time, any other medical history?' SHE's 91 fucking years old and still breathing... you got an hour or two for the dets???
She's going to call Myrna when she gets settled and if she needs anything I'll drive Myrna over to deliver. Plus Joan has family nearby-ish.
But, speaking of the infirmed... Yesterday morning, Biggie threw up his breakfast. He did that a month ago. But nothing since. This morning, he seems fine. Fingers crossed.
After feeling so competent about my knitting project yesterday, I found a fatal error and had to rip out all I had done. Most of the time ripping out is sad but not difficult. This pattern/yarn combo makes ripping out a bitch and a half. It took most of two hours to finish but I did and now am on the right path. I hope.
Today's game is at 1. I have lots of leftovers to eat. But, first I'm going to make up my bed! Joan has now bed shamed me. Oh and I think I'll get dressed, too.
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Date: 2024-04-29 03:39 am (UTC)Yup! That's MY
excusereason that I don't make my bed, LOL!I literally don't go back into my bedroom the rest of the day, until bedtime, so unless I set an alarm or something, I won't remember to make my bed an hour after I get up!