If you are squeamish, now is the time to go read a different blog. If you are curious, read on but don't say I didn't warn you.
DH goes to bed with his heavy duty ear plugs at 8:00pm and gets up at 5:00. I go to bed around 11:00pm and get up around 7:00. This is our habit. We like a dark bedroom. The shades are drawn, the lights are all out, and the door is shut. I entered the bedroom as I have done a million times and shut the door behind me. It was pitch dark but I knew by heart where everything was. Off came the top. Off came the bottom. All that was left were the socks, those tight wooly support ones DD gave me. I tried to rub them off with my toes and that wasn't working. So, all naked, I bent down to pull them off. I didn't see the corner of my bureau and hit it full bore. I mean see stars, howl with pain, totally disoriented and can't get my bearings full bore. I feel like I am going to throw up my soul. I am yelling for my husband but he is sleeping through all this which I just can't believe. I managed to make it around the bed to him but was too weak to beat him awake. I made a decision to leave him be and head to the freezer for an ice pack. Nausea continued. I sat with the ice pack on my cheek till midnight but I had a feeling this was bad. I went in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Dear Lord almighty, what a mess. I now had a headache, still nausea, and took my ice pack and went to bed with thoughts of should I sleep or not. I wanted to sleep despite the pain.
Around 5:00AM I awoke with an incredible headache, continued nausea and DH rummaging around getting ready for work. I got up to see him and he was in total shock. He asked me what the hell happened last night and I found great difficulty putting my words together. I told him to just get a bucket so I could throw up. In a moment or two we both looked in the mirror and I am not exaggerating, it was Rocky Balboa in the last round. My face was all swollen on the hit side. My eye was swollen shut and the bruising was starting. He called work immediately I put on yesterday's clothes that were in a lump on the floor and we headed to the closest ER. On the ride he was trying to relax me and cheer me up with Rocky comments. My mind could only focus on Liam Neesons wife. We both knew the minute we got there they would think he beat the crap out of me. We planned for him to stay with me at all times and just keep holding my hand. That was what I needed anyway.
The nurses scooted me away from him the minute I came in but he followed. It didn't take long for them to realize I just did a really dumb thing in the middle of the night. A much appreciated dose of Dilaudid (?) for the worsening headache and something for my increasing nausea helped a lot once it kicked in. I went for CAT scans and was diagnosed with a concussion and whiplash. I still can't believe all this.
Right now the swelling is down and I can open my eyes, but damn, this is ugly. The Rocky jokes continue and I am thankful I have such a dear husband to take care of me. I can't be alone for the next 48 hours and he is by my side. It was his idea to put this up on the blog.
Throughout my life I have a lesson I relearn over and over again but I still forget over and over again. It is that all the many things I seem to worry about almost never happen. And, I worry a lot. But, the strangest pile of crap can land in your lap when you never ever expect it or even dream it could happen. Once again this lesson is learned. I have to not worry so much. Here is a pic I took a few minutes ago. Now, to send him out for a night lite and to just rest the next few days per doctor's orders......Bunny
Oh, I thank God this didn't blind me...Bunny