I Got My Leg Stuck In The Deck And All I Got Was This Darn Hospital Blanket & Bracelet

*WARNING* I'm on Percocet as I write this....

It was a glorious Thursday evening and I was making dinner. I was cooking some Perogies on the stove (a RARE find in the US, but I bought some at Costco) and was about to BBQ some Italian Sausage....

....I should probably mention that our patio has a few "watch out for that board"-spots. There's one in particular that I stepped on about a month ago that I had to constantly remind myself not to step on, each time I go outside. This particular board is on route to my BBQ. I keep forgetting it's there and have to remind myself all the time NOT TO STEP ON IT!

Well, gee........wouldn't you know it......I forgot.

So as I'm walking back inside from my BBQ, my life flashes before my eyes as I plummet through this rotten board and get my leg stuck.

Panic stricken I SCREAM my head off for help! My girls are outside playing and have not even a clue that I need help, even though I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, "HELP!!!". My husband wasn't home yet and I was alone.

I prayed.

Flash back to when I sprained my ankle in an underground parking garage 2 1/2 years ago, when that same morning Dan flew on business to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.

I was alone yet again.

I still screamed my head off, cause now, not only was I scared, but I was in severe pain and agony!

After what seemed to be a couple of minutes, my heroic next door neighbor hopped the fence to come to my rescue.

Although, BIG problem here.....

....did I mention, my leg was stuck?

As much as we tried to pull my leg out, or he tried to rip the other board to make room, it just wasn't happening. He needed to cut me out and NO, I don't mean my leg!

This is when he hopped the fence for the second time to go get his saw.

Meanwhile our way-back-yard neighbors heard my cries and came over to see what was wrong. One of them also called 911 and all I could think of at this point was:

"HOW EMBARRASSING!!!"

Anyways my heroic neighbor hopped the fence for the 3rd time and brought his saw. It took probably another minute or so for him to cut the wood and I was free.....

...that's when I saw my freakishly warped leg. My worst fear was that it was broken, or that it the blood supply was cut off so much that I would have to loose my leg.

Well Dan arrived home and here are all these people at our house and all he sees it the ambulance outside our driveway and he's still clueless as to what's going on. He even stopped to check the mail! (He felt badly about that after).

So to cut this story short, I had my first ambulance ride ever and come to find out that one of the paramedics is one of my neighbors. Yet another embarrassing moment.

Anyways I spent an agonizing 4 hours in the ER, in the most excruciating pain I've ever felt in my whole entire life!!!! (and that's with severe cramps running the race, I thought nothing could beat that pain!) only to find out that my leg wasn't broken, but that it was severely bruised. I had a hematoma, which I thought was something severe, but it turns out that it's just internal bleeding of the muscle. Oh, is that it?

Anyways I left the hospital in pain, even though they gave me a shot for pain, (yeah, didn't kick in till a couple of hours later) and I was disappointed that all this was nothing.

Okay to me it wasn't nothing, cause I'm in total pain and all I can do is lay in bed with my leg elevated. Yeah.....been through this before!

BORING!!!

That's why I decided it was time to blog about it. So I hobbled my way downstairs not only so I could come on the puter, but I needed a severe change in scenery.

My "war wound" was supposed to be really bad.....and to my disappointment, looks like I was just hit in the leg.

SUCKS TO BE ME!!!

I'll post pictures later.

You know when you're addicted to blogging, cause all I kept thinking during the whole ordeal was, "I hope someone's taking pictures, cause this is SO blog worthy!"

I'm sick.