Oh, Woe is Me by Marilyn Meredith

Really, that's isn't how I feel--though things have been a bit rough. Nothing I can't rise above though.

On the Wednesday before I was to leave for Ventura for the PSWA board retreat, I rushed around to get things done--and tripped over an inch high curb at the post office. Whacked my head against the wall, bruised and skinned my hand, and banged up my knee. Couldn't get up--that's nothing new, can't get up off the floor without something to hang onto.

The post office is next door to the fire department so they arrived almost immediately. A nurse was in the parking lot urging me to go to the ER. The sheriff arrived, then the ambulance. The firemen got me on my feet and the paramedics put me in the ambulance. The trip to the ER was enjoyable as the paramedic in back with me was quite a conversationalist.

The ER admitted me right away, an Xray was taken of my hand and a CT scan of my head. I was pronounced alive and well. Family came and took me home. 

The very next Wednesday I fell again--this time inside, right back my back door. Hit my head--again, banged up my hand in another place, my shoulder blade, and hurt both knees. No trip to the ER this time. Son and d-i-l got me up. 

I am black and blue and sore. Family insists I use a walker or cane. I'm trying to be good, but it's hard to get much done with either one. 

So you can understand why I titled this post the way I did. 

But I'm moving on, slowly getting things done.

Guess It was a wake up call to slow down.

Marilyn