Sept. 16, 2016
The saga of how an innocent excursion to pick blackberries for breakfast pancakes leads to a meeting with a sheriff's deputy named Mike, Groom Creek firefighters Ernesto & Bob, and Brett & Robert: Lifeline Ambulance medics, fine gentlemen all.
A bit of birding at Wolf Creek, enjoying fall flowers, a stab (ha, ha!) at harvesting blackberries, and then a jaunt downstream: that was our lovely September morning, right up until the moment I slid on an innocent-enough-appearing slope and quickly realized that ankles tend to break when a foot assumes a 90-degree position sideways from the leg.
It most assuredly could have been worse (well, not so much for the ankle); we could have been out of cell range, we could have been off and gone into the back country far from vehicle access, I could have been lying in an ant hill while my pard summoned help, I could have broken my camera when I fell, I could have hit my head . . . anyway, none of that occurred and I was efficiently transported to the hospital where I was expeditiously dealt with. An orthopedic doctor will inform us next week of our next step (ha, ha - chalk it up to pain meds), presuming there is one.
The good . . .
The bad . . .
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| Who knew there could be such hilarity in an ambulance??? |
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| A severely mistreated ankle. I have apologized to it and we have made our peace. |
3 comments:
RITA RITA RITA!!!! The only goog thing I can see of this journey is you weren't states away from home.
Did they have difficulty getting you out of where you fell to the ambulance? Ouch!!!!
Yes Bobbi, I consider it very fortunate to have been near to home. No Charlotte, the angels were looking out for me; we were very close to a dirt road that the ambulance could navigate.
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