Once home, with glove removed it was obvious that wrist likely broken. One of my housemates, Adam, agreed to drive me to Emergency entrance of IU Health hospital and said he would stay with me. I told him not necessary.
The Emergency waiting room was filled with lost souls, sitting isolated, lonely, depressed, either staring at phone screens or trying to nap. Nobody acknowledging anybody else. Like a scene from hell.
I sat in a seat of an empty hall row, windows behind me and bathroom doors opposite.
Twenty minutes later a couple came in, sat near me. I heard him speak into his phone. ‘My wife slipped on the ice and broke her wrist.”
!!!!!
And that’s when the fun began . . .
(To be continued. Remember, I am pecking with one hand.)
Meanwhile, this morning, ortho appointment and decided on surgery after all. Tomorrow.
