How to knock Anne out of self pity in one easy step...

[silverthorne]

Okay...so, to review yesterday's events...having a crappy day...really crappy. Had my snit on LJ, felt miserable, had one of the busiest Wednesdays I've had in a long time. Thanks to a few friends who kept me cheered up with email, though, I muddled on, got through most of the day without more than one or two blubbers, a late lunch and only one bad moment with a nurse who could not seem to understand that I am unable to shit dressing out of my arse that we've never carried in stock to begin with, let alone have hold of now.

So..day is winding up...I'm only about ten minutes late getting out the door (they smack you with wet noodles for overtime right now--big no-no), and I'm finishing getting my boxes into the trash compactor.

For clarification, the compactor is one of those huge metal monsters that pretty much takes up the same space as the cargo area of an eighteen wheeler. The door to it is at the back end, which is backed up to the third of my three available dock doors. Thanks to the shoddy planning for access to the docks, compiled with a driver who either parks the thing into the walls of the dock door (and boy are they having a battle about who will pay for that repair in accounting), or else at least a foot out from the lip of the dock. Which, of course, leaves a nice little gap between dock floor and compactor that one must reach over in order to get anything into the bloody device.

Add to that, of course, that most people have drippy trash, which makes the floor right there less than...tractionable. Mind you, it was clean for the most part when this happened...but it's never completely clean.

Those of you paying attention can probably guess what's about to happen...;)

So...here I am...getting my last boxes into the compactor. All is well...I'm actually starting to feel a little better. Boxes go in, I close the doors, turn to the left to push the button that makes the compactor do it's thing...

And suddenly, I'm going down between the dumpster and the dock, trying not to land on the nice hard metal engine under my suddenly flying feet.

Can you say OMGWTF?!!!?!!??

Needless to say, the next few whatevers were a blur...fall, flail, grab, BOUNCE! (that part I remember, and remember well), and then everything was still. I sort of remember curling into a ball..I definitely remember that my ribs suddenly hurt a lot...and someone was talking to me...if I remember correctly, it was the guy that delivers office supplies. It took me several minutes to be able to actually say anything to him (my first clear thought was 'Damn it, Anne, get it together, quit blubbering and tell him to get your boss'). Then it was all blurry again until I was in the wheelchair with my boss wheeling me down to the Emergency department.

I need to remember to do a nice thank you something for the delivery guy and my co-workers...

Anyhow...so down I went. Sat...waited...Boss stayed with me, told me stories...I think I went shocky for awhile, but I'm not sure. I know that a few times she accidentally made me laugh...

Anyhow, long and short of it was I managed to get a contusion along my right side from bashing into the dumpster. Fortunately, I flailed in all the right ways, so that was the only apparant damage (although the doc still thinks I might have a fracture that the x-rays did not pick up).

So I've been sent home for the rest of the week...and if they let me back to work next week (they'd better), I'm not allowed to lift anything....which means I'll get my ass parked at a desk and do everyone's paperwork for them...and most likely spaz about whether or not all the deliveries are getting done right...^^;

so...bad news:

Dumpster=1, Anne=0
Badly bruised right side
Not being allowed to work for a bit (smacks control freak self)

good news:

Ribs aren't broken
no other body part is hurt
bad feeling gone (IE: I got all the unhappy emotional BS from yesterday literally knocked out of me and am feeling good today...if drugged. And no, I'm NOT taking the Vicodin that got prescribed. I don't like dribbling like a vegatable..and besides, it doesn't hurt too bad as long as I'm careful how I move.)

Yes, I know...I'm set up weird. ^^


*hugs*

Comments

[shadowycat.livejournal.com]

Ouch...well, it's one of the more creative ways of getting some time off that I've seen in awhile. :) You might be sore for a bit, though. Do rest, as much as possible. I really hope you'll be feeling better soon.

[silverthorne.livejournal.com]

lol. Yeah...I think I prefer a more passive method though, all things considered...that sudden stop at the end just sucks...;)

Thank you ^^

I'm doing my best to be good...just online, talking with Kait, doing a little posting. Also taking a normal dose of Ibuprophen. Doesn't make the whole thing go away, but at least I can stand and sit without snarling...;)

Should be fine soon though--just a bruise, and I have both high pain tolerance and a fast healing system...my follow up is Tuesday...hope to be just sore by then, so they'll put me back to work. ^^

[snapekisser.livejournal.com]

Oooh nooo! What is up that my online friends are practically killing themselves? Stoppit right now! :o) *hugs*

[silverthorne.livejournal.com]

*hugs back* it's okay...

I'm looking at the bright side--I have time off that I can't really feel guilty about, and at least I don't feel emotionally crappy anymore...*grins*. Whole thing literally knocked some sense into me. ^^

Would not recommend this as a solution, though...lol

How's it going, BTW?

[snapekisser.livejournal.com]

Really good! I've been getting lots of good sleep on my new Tempurpedic bed (yay!), and I'm off my antidepressant with no withdrawals, and I still feel 98% great! Of course, it is wintertime, and dark, so I have to deal with that, but oh well. :o)