The prompt given to us for today by the devious minds from the Daily Post group of Word Press is “Comedy of Errors” Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Write about a time everything did — fiction encouraged here, too! My life is a testament to the truth of this law!
Am probably the only person who can still trip over her own feet, even though am no longer able to walk! Have fallen out of bed so many times, that I now have to have a railing on my side of the bed to keep me from trying to get up to go for a moon light stroll as I lay down sleeping.
Managed to fall off the urologist’s exam table while laying down after an examination. One second laying on my back on the table, next second face down on the exam room floor! My husband was in the room throwing paper away. He says I passed out. I thought passing out would have left me out on the table where I started from. Did one heck of a number to my glasses. Thankfully, still had an older pair that would let me get by, since I can’t see without them on my face.
One might accuse me of being drunk, but have not had an once of liquor in my body since I went sober, years ago. Cannot mix alcohol with my current medications. The medicines I take to help me survive with my multiple sclerosis, help force me to stay sober. That is about the only good thing I can say about being on my medicines. They are outrageously expensive and getting my infusions is very time consuming.
Thankfully, the manufacturer of the drug helps us foot the bill a little, or we would end up being forced out onto the streets! My husband is employed. I am not able to get employment, because of my body’s instability. Haven’t been able to drive literally for years.
In 2013, the urologist who surgically placed my sub-pubic catheter in my body was scheduled to see me about the excessive scar tissue my body had building up from the surgery back three years earlier. I thought the plan we had discussed was to electrically remove the scar tissue. He is trying to convince me that my body was rejecting the site placement, so it needs to be moved to a different site.
Really do not want to go through with the surgery again, but it looks like there is no other option. Woke up as he started cutting into my pubic area back in 2010. Could not give me anymore anesthesia to put me back under, so I was awake and felt every cut he made. Still hurt from the last surgery! Nobody seems to take me seriously. It is my body, after all. Just want to stop hurting.
Looked like my only option was to have another surgery to close my old surgical site and get a new one. Am I just crazy, or does this sound like a fools dream to be out of pain. Hope they can keep the amount of staples to fewer than 7 like last time. The nurse couldn’t even get the number of staples right until I let her know she had missed one. Unfortunately, I could still feel it.
They seem to think you are not supposed to have any feelings down below. That is so a medieval way of thinking. I thought we had moved pass those thought centuries ago!
After he left the exam room, I was still laying on the table. My husband went over to the other side of the room to throw trash away. The next thing I new, I was face down on the exam room floor. My husband started screaming for help. Have no idea what I did to the floor to cause it to jump out and attack, breaking my glasses! Have to keep an eye on those sneaky floors,