Bad news: My Cool Mom had a heart attack Monday night.
Good news: She's fine, and was released from hospital Tuesday afternoon.
Stupidity: I went to the hospital after work yesterday to visit her. I parked my car about 6 blocks away from the hospital, because it's the closest free parking. I walked with my cane. It took me about 15 minutes to get to the right part of the hospital, and to call the nurse desk to get a room number. The response? "Oh, she was discharged earlier today."
Which is a good thing, REALLY. That made me happy. But instead of a nice visit where I could recuperate from my walk, I now had to immediately get back to my car. About 3 blocks away from my car, I had to switch which leg I was using the cane for, thanks to an earlier ankle injury, but I still had to use my right hand for it. A block from my car, I dislocated my wrist and shoulder, and had to hobble back to my car without my cane.
I get into my car, and pull the door shut, resulting in THE WORST dislocation I've ever had with my left shoulder, and I screamed a bit, because OUCH. Dammit. PAIN.
On my way home, I stopped at a liquor store, and got some rum. While I was trying to pay, I was twitching so bad I thought the lady might call the cops on me for impaired driving (cuz sometime it looks like I might be on crack). Once I was home I had 2 large glasses of rum and Pepsi, smoked some medicine, and went to bed.
All of that was after an absolutely hellish day of falling down and dislocating my left ankle, knee and foot; as well as both hips, my left shoulder, and various fingers. I don't know how I make it through the day. Today, I can feel EVERYTHING that I went through yesterday. I just wanna go back to bed.
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