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Monday, October 03, 2005Dem Bones, Dem Bones Gonna Walk Around...On Friday evening, I did something amazing. In about six seconds flat, I nose-dived off of the second garage step and landed, ribs-first, on the cement. I hit the ground so hard that I couldn't move. Seriously. I knew that I was really and truly hurt. I called for help, and my children came running. They fetched their daddy, on whom I promptly passed out in the middle of a sentence. He thought I had died. Long story short, I enjoyed my second-time-ever ride in the back of an ambulance (and I stand by my original declaration that ambulances do not have shock absorbers). The happiest moment of the ride came at the tail end, when they were carting me out of the back doors. "You're our lightest load all day," one of them said to me. I told him that I loved them both. Anyway, I've got three fractured ribs -- my first broken bones. Ever. I can feel them jiggling around in there -- like a broken plate wrapped tightly in bubble wrap, you know? You can feel those broken bits moving, but the plate doesn't fall apart. Well, that's me. Jiggling around on the inside but holding together. The narcotics help with that. I call them my Magic Pills. Laughing is torture. I can't even burp without experiencing a shooting pain through my side. I'm supposed to be all healed in four weeks. In the meantime, my darling husband is working from home and pulling triple-duty with kids and housework. You should have seen him dusting the living room this morning. He doesn't know how to hold a feather duster! (Why yes, of course there's a right way to hold a feather duster.) So, here I sit, loose bones floating around on the inside and a mind that has already grown a layer of grey fuzz on it from lack of use. Bear with me, though -- I'll be feisty and chatty soon. I have to -- I won't survive any other way. Thanks to all of you who have changed the links to my blog. If any of you have "rib healing" advice, I'm all ears. |
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21of my readers are feeling chatty:
My goodness.
Hope you heal fast and that the pain will stop soon.
OWIE!!! Girl, just take it easy and let those bones heal. Thank the Lord for magic pills!!
Praying for you!!
Ice cream.
It works wonders on broken bones, but it's even better to eat.... ;)
Oh Jillian - I am so sorry to hear about you accident. :(
But you do have a way of telling the story, that I had to laugh - sorry.
You will be in my prayer for quick recovery.:)
You definitely need to link back to your blog entry about dashing into the bench so your readers can fully appreciate all the amusing nuances of this latest injury... you know Jillie... wrapping your entire self in bubble wrap might just be a good idea. ;-)
I'll try not to make you laugh for a few weeks at least! :-D
(As painful as it may be) Laughter is a great medicine... wishing you some laughter for the healing affects but without hurting you too badly! May a speedy recovery be with you!
Wow, that's a cool story. I hope that things continue to heal and that husband doesn't go crazy. Love the blog and the post. Well done.
I hope you heal soon, but thanks for giving me something to smile at whilst surfing blogexplosion.
I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you heal soon, please be more careful.
I broke some ribs once. My healing advice:
DON'T MOVE!
Peace............
You actually tried to burp on broken ribs? That's so cool!
We all thought you had dropped of the planet. We were close, you just didn't fall as far.
BUUURRPPPP!!!!! Excuse me... Nope, didn't hurt at all!
Good on your husband for kicking it into overdrive.
Good luck and happy healing. Broken bones is no fun.
Eat lots of jello with toothpicks in it. It will seem familiar.
Take care.
I like the broken plate in bubble wrap. I busted up nearly all of my ribs in a car wreck. I sounded like a bag of marbles.
Twenty years later, no ill effects. Did freak out a guy who took a chest xray though - they all lined up just like they were brand new - but with cool little white lines where the cracks were.
Get better, enjoy the comfort of your family and friends, write.
Oh my goodness I am sorry to hear you hurt yourself.
Ouch.
Oh no!
How awful!
(Although I must say the funniest account of broken ribs I have ever read.)
I hope you feel better soon!
Good Heavens, Jill! If Jen hadn't said something... well, my goodness. You're in my prayers. Move carefully, please. I'd send hugs, but... owie! Love, AK Jamie
Oh my Dear Friend!!!!
I am glad that you are on the mend.
How scary!
I am sending hugs and my warmest get well wishes!
((((((Jill)))))
(((((Jill))))))
Sending you lots of hugs and prayers for a speedy recovery.
OHHH MY GOSH...this sounds so awful...my thoughts are finally with you. Hope you're feeling better.
((hugs))
Wull, ah shore kint blame it on yer bein blonde ah guesses, but thar may have been sumpin in that there brown dye ya used what messed up yer senses. Anihow, if'n ya had rode in my ambulance, Ah'd a made shore the driver turned on them air shocks.. Love ya Sis, NOW WATCH WHAR YA ARE GOIN'
This is a good time to milk it for those new curtains or kitchen table you wanted or just lots of CHOCOLATE!! Heal soon..
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