My wristband from the ER on Saturday after a rough spill in our broomball game Friday night. X-rays came back negative and I got some Vicodin out of the deal.
I also got a chance to ride in a hospital bed. I believe it’s the first time I’ve done that since I had a knee operation in Jr. High. When the patient transportation guy arrived at my curtained off hospital area, I got up to walk to the x-ray area with him but he said I couldn’t walk. That seemed strange to say to someone who just stood up, but he was the one wearing the scrubs so I figured he knew what he was talking about. He gave me two options: wheelchair or bed. I don’t know about you, but the choice of bed transportation was obvious to me.
I got to see a lot of ceiling tiles along the way and bounced a couple times when we went over bumps between wings of the hospital. I think a few people tried to look up my gown as I approached them, but I couldn’t be sure from my angle. What I do know is that I felt a draft.
Riding like that gives me a whole new respect for lugers*.**
To the folks in neighboring beds who I never met but feel like I know after hearing them tell their stories to nurses: good luck in detox.
And thanks to Carly for not pulling the plug. Not that there was a plug.
* Is “Lugers” the correct term to use to describe, “People who Luge?”
** I tried to figure this out on the USA Luge site, failed, but did notice that the United States has one seriously good looking women’s luge team. Who knew?