You may call me Grace

Last Thursday I had another paracentesis done.  Another gallon of fluid removed.  Friday morning I had labs and my appointment with the liver doc.  Then we went to buy groceries.  It was a nice day, and I heard a helicopter coming in to land on top of the hospital across the street.  I wanted a video of it.  I went out and took the video (which, by the way, was crap).  Coming back into the house I sort of missed the tall step on the front walk and did a full frontal flop onto the sidewalk.

Chin and lip shredded and bruised, hands scraped, left wrist sore and bruised, left knee sore but no damage.  Right knee scuffed up and bruised black.  Fractured non-displaced right bit toe.  Basically it looks like I have an eggplant stuck on my toe.  I feel stiff in places I didn't know existed.

The clinic wanted me to be seen in the ER.  Which turned out to be an epic journey.  One and a half hours before I got into a treatment room, with my hands and chin bleeding the whole time.  Then a "whiplash" collar to make sure that wasn't damaged.  Head, neck, and abdominal CT scans, then x-rays of the wrist, knees, and toes.  Seven hours before they cleaned up the blood.  Blew three veins trying to start the IV.  Finally got it in for a rapid drip bag of fluids.  All the while being entertained first by the drunk in the curtain across the call, then the guy who was either trying to give birth or had been constipated for ten years with all his grunting and groaning.  Eight hours after arriving, we got to come home to eat at 10:45 pm.

Saturday, dad bought a can of safety yellow spray paint to paint the step so no one else would fall  We have heard lots of choppers since then (but none with type B livers on board)--mom just yells "NO" when I hear them.  I guess they think I'm a klutz.  My feeler is hurt.

In better news, the mover will be taking my furniture and boxes from mom and dad's garage and moving it all to my apartment.  One less thing to do when we get home, and my furniture might as well enjoy the nice apartment.  And my furniture won't get dusty from the cattle trucks rumbling by!