Sticks and Stones Won't Break My Bones, But My Floor Will

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Friday, April 13 2018, a day that will live in infamy...at least for me anyway. I woke up early Friday the 13th with a lot on my mind. I was going to call the church to see if they had a desk and chair they would like to let go of. I am trying to set up a home office where I can earn a half decent living without the agonizing commute to Anchorage which is 50 miles west of Wasilla. I had a nice plate of goat cheese and crackers the night before, but I was too tired to put the empty plate in the kitchen, So I left it on my make-shift coffee table to wash in the morning. at 7:30 sharp I woke up. I was a bit groggy,but awake enough, or so I thought at the time, to safely bring the plate to the sink. How WRONG I was. A DVD jacket that had been leaning against my "coffee table" had tipped over and was lying on the floor, apparently in my path. I didn't see it and what came next is still so horrifying, I shake just thinking about it. I had fallen down on this floor once before banging my head pretty hard. I had a mild to moderate concussion from it, a lump on my forehead that remains to this day, though much smaller than it was, two black eyes and a couple of burst blood vessels in the white part of my eyeball. I knew I was going down as my left foot caught the DVD jacket dead center and knew I was going down hard. I tried to land on my hands , but apparently God had another plan in mind. I landed hard on my left hip and the next thing I fel was excruciating pain. I was in trouble. Moving sent waves of pain all through my body, I began to see stars. "Don't pass out, " I said to my self, "try to get to the couch." When I realized I couldn't stand that's when the real fear set in. What if I have to go to the bathroom? How am I going to call 911 (my charger was in the kitchen and I would have had to get up and walk to get it)? What if nobody find me and I go into shock? I could feel the adrenaline pumping through, just enough for me to drag myself over to the couch and clumsily climb on. My computer was on, as ot is always and I went right to Facebook to see if anyone in Alaska was on. I posted an S.O.S. and waited. about 5 minutes later a friend in Valdez answered my call for help. She called me on Facebook and told me she was able to call dispatch and they would send someone right away. She also stayed on the line with me till they came 15 minutes later. All total I sat there for almost 2 hours, much of that time spent getting to the couch, trying to inspect the area where the most pain was to see if it was a dislocation or worse and thinking terrible thoughts of what would happen if nobody came to help. When the EMT's finally got there, they asked me a whole bunch of questions, grabbed most of what I would need at the hospital and rushed me there as fast as they could. I could go into more disturbing detail, but won't. Suffice it to say, I broke my hp where the femur is attached and required surgery to pin it back together. I am home now doing most things pretty much by myself. Three lovely neighbor ladies check up on me and I have Meals on Wheels to deliver food. I can actually cook my own, but a friend suggested I use the service. OK, but my appetite is't what it was before I fell. Two of my friends have set up a GoFundMe campaign for me to help me recover, pay my bills and quite possibly get me to go home to New England where I will be near my support system. So that's it, guys...why I haven't been here in awhile. I'll bop on periodically until I have services in place, much needed ones, that the hospital was supposed to obtain for me, but haven't as of this writing. They broke some laws with regards to my care and are being called out on it. I can't explain. this part any further because they are under investigation. I will update as soon as I know more and the investigation is completed. I sure miss sharing the good stuff here.