Well, here's what happened to me last night. NOT PRETTY!!!!


Steve took these last night, I look worse today.
I came home from our Swans stitching group, let the dogs out and our Dalmation didn't show back up at the door in her normal timely manner. I called and called, walked a circle around the house calling for her with no success. I was beginning to get worried since we have so much snow. She does not like to be out side in it. After 30 mins of looking and calling, I get in the car, drive down the street behind us looking for her. No Sage. Came back home and she still wasn't there on the pourch where she always is when she's ready to come in. By this time I knew something was diffenently wrong. I walked around back again calling for her. I stopped in the back yard and thought I heard a faint whine. I called again and waited. Then another faint whine. I just could not figure out where it was coming from.
I walked around and called and listened. Finally, I found her under our deck. It was dark, I couldn't see her and she wouldn't come out. I'm thinking she must be hurt, so now really starting to panic, I ran around to the front door to run in and get a flashlight so I could see.
The snow had drifted so bad in the back yard and along the side of the house, so I was trying to run along the flower bed next to the house. That area had snow too just not as deep, plus it was dark and I tripped over a large rock in the flower bed.
After stumbing a few steps trying not to fall, I fell and hit my face on another large rock in the flower bed. When I fell I landed on my left hand with my fingers bent backwards. Just as soon as I hit I knew it wasn't good. There was no way I could get up right away so I just laid there for a few minutes thinking, "I'm probably bleeding and my fingers are probably broke. I gotta get up." I got myself up and into the house. Remember Sage is still under the deck so I'm still worried about her too.
My mind was racing, I knew I couldn't leave her out there not knowing what was wrong. I went to the bathroom to get some kleneex and looked in the mirror and thought "Oh my god" This isn't good." With kleneex against my face I got the flashlight and went back to the backyard. Sage had gotten back in the far side of the deck and there were so many long icicles hanging down under there, she couldn't figure out how to get out. After coaxing her and her getting down and crawling under them she came out and run to the front door.
I new I was going to have to go to the hospital. Steve was working so I called him to tell him what happened and that I was going to drive myself to the hospital. By the time I got there, my face was swelling so bad and my lower jaw was hurting so bad that I was afaid it was broke too.
The hospital was really concerned that it and my hand was broke too. After about 15 exrays, I was told nothing was broke. Steve got there while I was in exray so I finally got to see him. I think it kind of shocked him too.
They gave me a pain shot along with 4 Vicodin to get me thru the night and a prescription for more. Of course, no work today. I screwed up my perfect attendance from the time I started working there, over 3 yrs ago. After a very restless night, I have spent the day on the couch with ice and pain meds.
I'm felling less pain now since I just drugged up, so thought I'd post this.
I'm not sure what Monday will bring, I hope I can go back to work, but right now my mouth and jaw are so swollen, I can only talk out of the corner of my mouth. Eating is impossible. My throat has swollen so swollowing isn't easy either.Steve went and bought me 2 boxes of Boost shakes. Their very good, but I have to use a straw.
That's it for now, I hitting the couch again with my ice pack.
P.S.
Guess I won't be stitching for a while. My hand is stiff and pruple.
until later,
Deana