I am many things, but graceful is not one of them. If you've seen my Instagram feed lately, you may have noticed a daring fashion statement in the form of a blue-green and white shoulder sling. Luckily it was a short lived trend.
Last Wednesday evening, while returning home from the Florida Brewer's Conference, I had an incident. After a delayed flight and long wait on the tarmac, I was finally through the airport and on the way to the parking garage. It was 9 o'clock at night and I was eager to get home at last. Then I took a tumble. My suitcase wheel caught on a bit of weather stripping that though I was able to safely cross, my suitcase was not. I had enough momentum behind me that the sudden halt pulled me off my feet and I went down...hard. I landed on my left shoulder, face, and knee. It was not pretty and the concrete I landed on was very unforgiving. A passing family who saw me go down, ran to help me sit up, and helped me review my injuries while security and medics sprinted over. My face was scraped up, my knee banged up, though my jeans were thankfully not torn from the fall, and then I realized that I couldn't move my left arm. At all. Which as I'm sure you can guess was very distressing.
The medics came by, offered me an ambulance and an ice pack, and surmized that I probably dislocated my shoulder and hopefully didn't have a concussion. I did, after all, land on my face. I declined the ambulance, as I was still 30 minutes from home and called my mom & boyfriend to come rescue me. I called both, one because someone had to drive my car home, and two because my boyfriend didn't pick up the first time. He's really not the greatest on communication via phone. This was actually the second time he hasn't picked up in an emergency, so he's 2 for 2. He wonders why he's not my emergency contact.
The part that was probably the most distressing was after the medics looked me over, after the security officer gave me an incident report, and after the lovely family that came to my rescue left to get their daughter, I was left completely alone. The medics and security officer put me in a wheelchair by the door to the rental lot with just an icepack and a number to call if I needed help. Then left me to wait. By myself. I'm not a medical professional but I'm pretty sure you are not supposed to leave someone who fell and kinda landed on their face unsupervised. Just an observation.
We were in the ER till about 1:30am. I did dislocate my left shoulder in "a very unique way" and had to be put under to get it popped back in place. Best for all parties involved really because I tend to swear and quite possibly hit when wounded. I don't mean it, but it can totally happen. I made it home by 2 am and didn't sleep a wink. I don't usually sleep on my back, which was my only option, and my left arm was wrapped to my side like it was going to run away first chance it got, not that I would blame it.
Needless to say I wasn't able to write much in those first few days. I am not the fastest typer and one handed, I am a complete mess. However, I am on the mend and back to getting some posts out to you all. Luckily I'm right handed so my ability to cheers over the weekend was not inhibited.
Celebrating all that we raise, sip, guzzle, clink, drinks and most affectionately cheers with!