Dum dum that I am... decided I have time to take on a farm sitting job. No big deal, 13 chicken pens, 2 horses, 3 cats, 2 dogs, 1 running incubator, and 2 brooders full of chicks..... in addition to my practicum, job and own farm chores. Great idea!
I'm just about done my 2 week stint of farm sitting, I was exhausted last night after a long day of work and rushing to finish chores there so I could go to bed and sleep in preparation for a day at the hospital in my practicum. I took one step down the stairs, heard the dog bark, horse neigh and was attempting to turn on the flashlight and BAM, down I go like a slinkie down the stairs. Only with less grace, more cuss words and clearly less fun. I felt my lower back crunch down on the lip of a stair and then slithered to the bottom. Thankfully there were only 4 or 5 stairs, I can't remember and who's counting.
I got to the bottom and thought "Damn. I'm still alive. I hurt like h-e-double-hockey-sticks".
Que crying.
Que swearing that would make my great grandma roll over in her grave and rival the best drunken sailor you've ever heard. Well I can wiggle my toes so no need for the ambulance. Stand up and holy DINA does that ever hurt.
Que more crying and swearing.
Hobble one step. Nope. Text mom "I fell down the stairs". Feel like an idiot. Debate hitting "Send"... take one more step. Hit send. Cry some more. Decide to put on my big girl panties and hobble over to the brooder. By the time I get there, all 10 feet from where I crash landed, my mom had both replied and called - I would have heard if I wasn't so busy swearing. Dun dun da dunnn... parents to the rescue!
Or something like that.
Parents get lost. I can't tell them the address exactly, because I can't remember it. I tell them to look for my car parked at the road. Would have been helpful if they knew which road.
I can't even begin to think about going back up the stairs solo, so I decide to hobble around and "do the chores" while I wait....... oh good idea. 30 minutes later I'm almost done 5 minutes worth of chores and my parents arrive! Hallelujah.
Off to emergency I went. HOURS later, more cussing with the poking/prodding exam, 5 x-rays and some tests for my kidneys I'm sent home with some tylenol 3's.
And that brings me to today. Sick to my stomach from the pain meds, still to sore to move, and STILL HOUSE SITTING!
Saturday, please come quick.
I'm just about done my 2 week stint of farm sitting, I was exhausted last night after a long day of work and rushing to finish chores there so I could go to bed and sleep in preparation for a day at the hospital in my practicum. I took one step down the stairs, heard the dog bark, horse neigh and was attempting to turn on the flashlight and BAM, down I go like a slinkie down the stairs. Only with less grace, more cuss words and clearly less fun. I felt my lower back crunch down on the lip of a stair and then slithered to the bottom. Thankfully there were only 4 or 5 stairs, I can't remember and who's counting.
I got to the bottom and thought "Damn. I'm still alive. I hurt like h-e-double-hockey-sticks".
Que crying.
Que swearing that would make my great grandma roll over in her grave and rival the best drunken sailor you've ever heard. Well I can wiggle my toes so no need for the ambulance. Stand up and holy DINA does that ever hurt.
Que more crying and swearing.
Hobble one step. Nope. Text mom "I fell down the stairs". Feel like an idiot. Debate hitting "Send"... take one more step. Hit send. Cry some more. Decide to put on my big girl panties and hobble over to the brooder. By the time I get there, all 10 feet from where I crash landed, my mom had both replied and called - I would have heard if I wasn't so busy swearing. Dun dun da dunnn... parents to the rescue!
Or something like that.
Parents get lost. I can't tell them the address exactly, because I can't remember it. I tell them to look for my car parked at the road. Would have been helpful if they knew which road.
I can't even begin to think about going back up the stairs solo, so I decide to hobble around and "do the chores" while I wait....... oh good idea. 30 minutes later I'm almost done 5 minutes worth of chores and my parents arrive! Hallelujah.
Off to emergency I went. HOURS later, more cussing with the poking/prodding exam, 5 x-rays and some tests for my kidneys I'm sent home with some tylenol 3's.
And that brings me to today. Sick to my stomach from the pain meds, still to sore to move, and STILL HOUSE SITTING!
Saturday, please come quick.