A week after falling in the library's parking lot, my back pain was no better. I woke up Thursday and kept having dizzy spells. I decided it was time to go to an ER to see what was going on inside my body.
The left half of my face is a mix of deep purple and a sickly shade of green.
Against my better instincts, I drove to Betsy Johnson Hospital in Dunn because it was closer to home and I did not need to use a highway to get there. (I'm not totally stupid). The experience was surprisingly uneventful (I've always preferred to go to Smithfield).
Granted, I spent a good six hours there. Had two CAT scans of my head and middle back. The results are: no stroke, my orbital bones are intact, and the bones in my back are only bruised. The vertebrae is compressed, so the bones are shifting. My bones are degenerating and I can't do a thing about it except maybe wear a back brace. That's good news, right? Nothing being broken is a win for me.
Then I thought:
- This is the end of me mowing my own grass.
- This is the 2nd week I've asked my neighbor to mow it for me.
- This is the end of my performing gardening chores.
- I either need to hire a cleaning lady (because I'm a lazy housefrau).
- I need to find an affordable senior apartment so I won't have any yard chores, period.
- Here? In Selma? In New Jersey?
- Those are frightening things to consider.
I need to discuss this with my son. Tomorrow.
#agingsucks
#aginginplace
#seniorlaments
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