Yesterday I had a freak accident.  I was reaching with my right arm to hoist my rather heavy computer/writing bag from the driver's side to the passenger side of my car and with this action came the most significant pain in my scapula that I had ever felt.  Seriously, this little movement handicapped me, I couldn't even breathe. 
The kids were loaded in the car and I was taking them to camp at the church across the street.  During this two minute drive I realized that I wouldn't be able to "tough it out" or "work through this pain" and I was going to have to call work for which I was already running quite late.  I dropped the kids off and sat in the parking lot calling work in a barely audible breathy voice.  It was just too much to explain the freakishness of this whole thing.  As I sat I couldn't get comfortable in any position.  I occurred to me that I probably wouldn't even be able to make the short drive across the street to home.  I rang my husband fifteen times from my cell.  I knew that he was home sleeping, how could he not hear a constantly ringing phone?
As I became increasingly more uncomfortable and sweaty from my labored breathing and the intensifying heat of the day, I had another realization, that I would need to drive myself home.  I parked in front of our house and laid on the horn long and loud.  My elderly neighbor later told me that she new that I was in distress and thought that surely my husband would have come out to get me, but no, the "log" snoozed on.  I crawled, walked out of the car and pushed the doorbell long and hard and that finally got his attention.
The excuse?  He didn't hear the phone, I guess that it wasn't ringing in the bedroom and he thought that all of that loud horn-honking was for the kids to get them out of the house to get going.  Once I stumbled into the house, he became helpful.  Out of guilt?  Probably.  Instead of spending the day writing and getting other things done, I spent the day going to the doctor and massage therapy so that I could move again. 
The curative process worked and I am much better today, only a minor shoulder pain that I hope will go away soon.  A weird, wacky day to be sure, not the kind of thing that I would like to experience again ever.
1 comment:
poor lovely you Karen!
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