Don’t Forget the Chapstick
We are now back at the Breadbox (and bedbox), trying not to make croutons. 😉
Be it known that: I really, really hate hospitals, not a fan of western medicine in general actually. In fact, the last time I spent time in an ICU was in 2012 after major, and unexpected intestinal surgery which also had plenty of beeps and pokes. I walked out four days after that surgery; I hate hospitals.
Now, I have zero recollection of this incident, so I asked Woodsman to fill in the gap. He obliged.
The Yell, The Fall, and The Thump…
“911 what is your emergency?”
“My girlfriend is having a seizure and fell over and hit her head. She also badly bit her tongue and is spitting out blood. I need an ambulance.”
A few minutes later the EMT’s arrived, assessed the situation and worked on getting her out to the gurney.
Now mind you, she is wrapped up in the dog blanket because she was freezing cold for reasons and it was handy. I mean she was in her work clothes sitting inside on a Zoom meeting, and she’s extremely, extremely out of it. It was really cold outside and the EMT’s wanted something to wrap her in. I said she wouldn’t mind a little bit of dog hair.
She had a black eye from falling on her glasses, and a tongue that she bit so hard she couldn’t talk for the next three days.
As the EMT’s and I were half walking half carrying the writer out the door to get her to the gurney, the female EMT asked if there was anything else she needed before we took her outside.
And through the mouth full of pain and a little bit of drool she murmurs “ccchhpppstkk.”
“What did she say?” Said the lady EMT.
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This is my custom made chapstick lanyard |
I yanked her beloved and favorite chapstick (Burt's Bees) off of the homemade lanyard I had made her and put it in her pocket.
We all got a chuckle out of this even though the situation was serious. It was a little ray of sunshine coming through the clouds. It’s the little things in life.
- Woodsman
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