And what a party it was. SO MUCH FUN! We figure there were nearly 150 people coming and going throughout the night. There was an abundance of food, drinks, mini cupcakes and flowers.
As I was leaving Cole's my friend Lucy was going in. I honked, we chatted, I suggested she come along for a ride down to the salon. Lucy hadn't seen the bathroom yet and it is something!
I dislocated my right elbow. I broke the right arm in multiple places. It was ugly. It reminded of the time I broke my left arm when I was thirteen. So yes, to answer my friend Barbara's question, I did go back in time!
Lucy drove me to the hospital. Marco met us there. I nearly passed out in the waiting room and as such was whisked away in a wheelchair and quickly put in a bed. I called Kathy from the car. I called my mom. I called Cate. I called Jane - who documented the day on her iPad - because she came right over to the hospital. I called my friend Cara. I called on the healers, and the family and the universe to help move the healing along.
And boy, oh boy, let me assure you, it is working. The percocet is a handy dandy little helper as well.
I slept OK through the night. I showered this morning. I went for a CAT scan earlier today to determine if I will need surgery.
Tonight is the Senior Awards dessert so Kathy brought me to the salon and washed and dried my hair so I am quasi presentable.
I took a little nap after my 3:00pm percocet dose.
As I laid in the hospital bed yesterday, surrounded by astonishing nurses and people I love, I was grateful for so much I was actually crying.
- I have health insurance.
- I have the perfect business partnership with the exact right person.
- I own a business that will allow me to take off.
- We have workers comp.
- I have Cate to step right in and work my hours.
- I have a spectacular network of family and friends.
- I called on the healers and the prayer warriors and I got good zaps of love.
- Meals are being provided and I am eternally grateful.
- I have figured out how to text and type left handed.
- I remain nervous to poop, I'm not gonna lie!
The moral of this blog? Slow down. Take it easy. Feel gratitude. Love your friends and tell them. Watch where you're going. And trust the universe knows what it's doing.
Yeah I'm free - free falling