...yesterday as I was moving the sprinkler I noticed that my feet seemed to be tangled up with each other. Oh no, thought me...don't fall.
slow motion sets in and I notice the hose reel that is attached to the house. I'll grab on to that I say but my self is not fooled. The dang reel comes right off the house.
In my downward spiral I notice our fountain. We had moved it into the yard earlier to clean it. Don't hit the fountain I tell myself but once again I'm not listening.
Hello fountain, wow concreted against your rib cage is ridiculously painful.
Oh, hello sidewalk...don't hit your head, don't hit your head, don't hit your head. *damn*
Seven and a half hours later I return home from the emergency room. I've been x-rayed, prodded, injected and rattled around enough to wake the dead. I am covered in abrasions and contusions (scratches, bruises) and have not one, not two, but three fractured ribs on the left side. Thank God I didn't hit my head.
see you in a few days. Meanwhile, I must find something for the pain as the emergency room doctor thought I was 'drug seeking' (post for another time) and sent me home without pain meds. *damn*