Disaster Waiting To Happen and OMG! Do We All Need a Life Alert Device?

First let me start with this Disaster Waiting to Happen.  We have a crepe myrtle in our front yard and I wanted it trimmed to the top of the first floor ~ it would make it more attractive. So, I pulled out the ladder and tree clippers and failed.  The ladder wasn't tall enough and quite frankly, I felt it wasn't really safe, so I called it quits and planned to get the yard guys (a professional landscaping crew) to do the job.

I get home from taking Mom to her hair appointment and Amy asks me if I noticed anything in the front yard.  Hmmm, not really.  And then she told me that SHE HAD TRIMMED THE CREPE MYRTLE!!!!!! And that the guy installing screens had assisted her.  OMG, she is the one who has just recovered from the ACL tear!!!!!!!!!

Thank goodness no crepe murder!

Then Amy tells me that Nancy "fell down her basement stairs and was taken by helicopter to shock trauma"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What??????? Here is what happened:

Tuesday night, I was jogging up the basement staircase in an effort to get to my Sleepy Hollow recording.  I stumbled, grabbed for the railing (missed) and went head over heel down the stairs.  In no particular order, I knocked my diamond out of my ring, broke two nails below the quick, hit my shoulder and cheeks (not my face, mind you) on the way down before landing and finally whacking my head on the floor.  I kept telling Drew I was fine as I lay in a pile until he noticed the pool of blood spreading out from my head.  The ambulance arrived and took me to Bowie because our local hospital units were shut down due to malware.  The doctor took a look at my head and insisted I go to a trauma unit for CAT scans.  Again, because of the malware, the closest unit was in Baltimore and they chose to freaking fly me by helicopter.  I argued the entire time, having just seen on the news the enormous bills that patients receive for such transportation.  I was ignored, maybe because I couldn't tell them the day or year.

To sum it up:  I am fine.  The back and top of my head is a mixture of staples and stitches, which are still leaking and tinting my hair a peculiar shade of copper.   The CAT scans, yes two, were clear of damage from the fall, but did show what one doctor alternating referred to as a "lesion or calcium deposit" and fibroids.  But, since neither were a result of the trauma they "weren't interested" and suggested I see my own doctor.  Also, a number of nurses used me as a human pin cushion and my arms and top of my hands are black and blue.  I look ghastly, but luckily have enough in my refrigerator and freezer to avoid going in public at least for a few days.

I'm estimating the bill will be somewhere in the $30,000 plus range. 

Love,

Nancy

P.S.-Drew, who hates the sight of blood, was a trooper and cleaned up the mess.  He did, however, draw the line at our normal nightly cuddle because he said he "knew it would be uncomfortable" for me.  It had nothingto do with the bloody leakage.....

OMG!!!!!  

Nancy says she is fine, she was clear and upbeat while I talked to her.  She said her head still hurt, she had a headache and she felt like she had been run over by a truck.  No kidding!!!!!  OMG, I am horrified!!!!!  And, why did Nancy tell Amy and not ME?  And, did you notice that Nancy fell on Tuesday and she e-mailed Amy on Thursday.  Hmmmmmmm.

Amy says she is jealouse because she got to ride in the Shock Trauma helicopter.  

Everyone, please be careful!!!!!! We are getting older and we need to avoid falling!!!!!!!!!

Love, Leslie