It only hurts when I move!

(Posted by proxy...)

Tuesday 1 PM
It hurt most whenever I was moved an inch. I was moved:
1. From the ground to the ambulance stretcher.
2. From the ambulance stretcher to the hospital gurney.
3. From the hospital gurney to the x ray table.
X Ray:“You may have to come back for more x rays. We don’t know yet.” Me: “Can I wait here on the table until that is decided?”
X-ray: “Oh no…we may have to x ray other people.”
4. From the x-ray table back to the hospital gurney.
5. Back to x ray for a 2nd time…hospital gurney to x-ray table.
6. And, again, from the x-ray table back onto the gurney.
7. From the gurney to the CAT Scan table.
Do you know how wide they are? Not very…especially if you are sporting a broken leg!
8. From the CAT Scan table to the hospital gurney.
9. From the hospital gurney into a hospital bed.
And then two pokes [so to speak]…first a catheter and then an IV.
“Would you like some pain medication?” [There is a God!]
“How much do you have in stock ? And absolutely!”

Next day: Wednesday 1PM
10. From the hospital bed to a gurney transport to surgery.
11. From the gurney onto the operating room table.

There are no souls in Purgatory. The gates of heaven flew totally open at about transfer#3.
At about transfer #7, I was thinking, “Just shoot me!”
After surgery, so-o-o much more bearable.
The worst was over.

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