Okay, you already know how I have difficulties to walk. I managed to fall once again, once more. Trying still to be independant, I rather did find myself or did come to the realisation that moving wise, it is just F'all, scuse my French. Please. Now clearing the kitchen I can bring my walking trolley about quite fine most of the time. However a dirty bag full of crap/rubish needed to go to the bin and be changed. I just went to the dust bin outside and can't pass the back door with a trolley. Small struggle I said to myself with no cleverness, I will swap to my walking stick so you can go through it (sorry for swearing again Bleeming door). Heavy bin bag in my hand, walking stick on the other one, I managed to the big black bin...
Situation number one: the decking in the garden is old, cracked in places and slippery. We postponed replacing it because with all the storms we had the past few years one part of the roof was badly in needs to be done first. Money unlike rain doesn't come from the sky. But we are alright, we do manage by quite decently I would say. And any profit goes towards replacing the leaking roof.
So here I come towards the black bin, heavy bin bag in hand and walking stick in the other one... Trouble start to dawn upon me, I need a free hand to lift the bin lid and put the bag in. I put the walking stick in what I thought was a safe position. Drop the full bin bag in the black bin. But the walking stick was by then on the ground and I did fall within seconds as well. As I managed to grab the garden fence, put myself up retrieving the walking stick, I thought I would be alright.
But ta da da da, you can play the 5th Symphony of Beethoven on that one. Lower back was hurting like hell on earth. My partner helped me back to the bed because I couldn't hardly stand up and I was dragging my legs with one hand and the other to move with also the help of the trolley. It was awfully painful but this is when my mind or memory started playing tricks with me. You know the confuse state where, when and what. I lay on the bed thinking it will pass...
But hours later I had almost a clear physical vision of my hands opening the bottle of water that is always by my bed side. However I was crouched in bed clunching my pillow with my two hands therefore it was clear as water that I was hallucinating. Didn't know the hour of the day either or the day. So my partner did ask for an ambulance. Trapped nerve a second one in the pelvic area. Pain in the arse if I may be blunt. So my back is fucked up twice now.
However the two paramedics sent me to my busy local hospital and they were ever so caring staying with me all the time. I can tell you it was ever so full out there. Trolleys upon trolleys with patients in the hallway, this was quite a frightening sight to see. However I was lucky to be number two in the waiting list of urgent patients to be seen. But I was warned it would be slow, however when you are in pain, it is not that you see nothing apart when you drift a little bit, it is talking to people, your assigned Paramedics, your Doctors and Nurses which keeps you awake and to try to be on the ball.
The situation is extremelly busy and those guys and girls are doing their outmost. It feels like a military operation that it is being worked out on the ground. Hats off to them all.