I am not home yet.

[bluescribbler]

We had another snowstorm on Sunday into Monday. Snow policy in the condo association is that when the contractor plows a "breakthrough pass", we then go out, clean the cars and move them out to the street so he can then finish plowing. I cleaned off Susan's car, moved it and began walking back to do the same for my car, when my feet suddenly slid out from under me and I went ass over teakettle into the air, coming down HARD on my left hip. OMFG the pain!!! It hurt like Oedipus, (IYKYK). I managed to roll over and tried to get up, but my screaming hip said, "no fucking way, dude".
Fortunately, two of my neighbor ladies had just come out, saw my predicament and came to my aid. Marianne asked, "Should I call 911?" "Yes, please", I replied. Jenny went in to tell Susan, who had been taking a nap. Meanwhile other neighbors had come out to help. They had to spread sand around me so that the EMT's had enough traction to lift me onto the stretcher and into the bus. Eventually I was loaded into the bus and one of the EMT's put in an IV line and gave me an immediate dose of morphine. I had another dose on the way to the hospital. I was sent to X-ray the hip and my left wrist
The result is that the wrist is sprained and the femur is fractured just below the ball that goes into the socket of the pelvis. ER doc said, "You need surgery. The bad news is that we can't do it here, we don't have an orthopedic surgeon on staff. We have to send you to Springfield. The good news is that this is a fairly routine surgery, in fact, just the other day I sent a 100-year-old woman for the exact treatment." Unfortunately, there were no beds available, so I had to spend the night at BMC Franklin. The next day there were no beds until 8PM. I got into the room at 9 PM. It was touch and go all day waiting for an OR slot to open up.
At 5PM, I was told that I'd be going in. I answered all the preop questions, many times, signed the consent forms, met the surgical team and was taken into the OR. Once the gurney was in position and IV lines all hooked up, I heard the anesthesiologist say, "starting dilaudid."
The next thing I knew, I was in the recovery room. Once the nurses were satisfied that I was OK I was brought back up to my room. I am now the proud owner of a sis inch titanium rod holding my femur in place and a titanium screw holding the rod in place. It will be a few weeks before I can place full weight on that leg. Susan is plenty PO'd that we were sent out to move cars before the pavement was sanded. She's planning to write a "strongly worded letter. Me, I'll just be happy to be able to play my bass guitars again.