Update - The Little Chair that Couldn't
Today I planned to show you some creatures I have been working on morning, noon and night ;). Alas, life has a way of twisting and turning. The universe telling you, you have no control...
Early this morning, I stood in the studio. A bit afraid. A bit in that solitary place you go, when you are faced with bits of unknowns... No matter how great or small.
Let's hope this one is small.
Mister Lovee had a little mishap/accident last night. I say little because I don't know if there is anything severely wrong or minor - yet. So I shouldn't even be typing this - but I might burst at the seams if I don't. And the waiting is brutal...
I feel strange as I type this. I am not sad, but my eyes are filled with tears of emotion. And, maybe it is just from the whirlwind of emotions you go on when rollercoaster rides like this happen?
A reminder that anything can happen, and we have to embrace each and every single morsel of our lives. Things like this make me feel like sweating the small stuff is so stupid (and I don't even like that word). We get so stuck in the small stuff as human beings. Oh well...
For now I go - into a day of unknowns, and hopefully not too serious. I am just hoping for a few broken ribs and nothing more... (hoping for broken ribs, aye aye aye)
I take a deep breath. I sigh. I love Mister Lovee so much...
Update
First of all, I don't even know how to express how much I adore you! You made me feel so not alone, while I waited for x-rays etc...
I can't express how much your words mean to me - there are no words at this moment. But you made me cry. A happy cry.
I really think all of those wonderful thoughts made a huge difference, I really do. Wholeheartedly!
My patient, after returning home, could not find a cozy space. Until I suggested...
So there he sleeps in the Gypsy Garden, for the first time in almost 24 hours.
Mister Curly Locks...
Sooooooo. You want to know what happened? Click below to get the long version...
Let me start this by saying, on Saturday, Mister Lovee was sawing through metal and the blade broke and literally, flew right passed his head, maybe even chopping off a lock or two. But he was fine. Can you imagine? I was ever thankful that less than an inch made alllll the difference.
He is going to give me a heart attack, I tell you. I don't know how parents do it. I don't need a kid to give me grey hair, I'll tell you that ;) I have Mister Lovee...
Okay so, this little mishap went like this. Last night I was painting in the studio, and my big overhead lights were flickering wildly. Which was extra bizarre. So, Mister L and I were discussing this incident. Then I remarked about how the lights in the hall were blitzed out too. So, he grabbed a chair. Which, I might add, he harps on me about not standing on chairs. And he always always always has a little ladder with him while he is working...
But, last night, he grabbed an adorable little chair, and stood on it to look at the hall lights. Meanwhile, I am in a discothèque effect downstairs, with my lights strobing.
I see him grab the chair, and I think, that's weird, is he going to stand on that, that is so not like him?
But, I move along, trying to turn on all the lamps I have in the studio.
All of a sudden, I hear a loud crash and screams that make your knees buckle, your face feel hot, your hands and toes feel frozen and everything move in slow motion...
My first thought. He was electrocuted.
I run to him, he is on the floor, and the chair is broken. I see shards of wood. I think he was stabbed.
I scream "Lovee what happened, what happened???"
He screams/moans/groans more.
I say "I am calling 911."
He says " if you call 911 I will kill you!" (he's not serious of course)
I freak.
My jaw hits the ground. He'll what? Did I hear that correctly?
Wait, he can't move, so he can't kill me...
I don't care - I run and grab the phone.
He yells, please please don't. Please...
What do I do? Is he not hurt? what?
So, I grab an ice pack. We keep them on hand.
But he can't move. I am about to flip out. I ask, did you get stabbed by one of the shards of wood? Let me see, are you bleeding?
He says, No no, my ribs, my ribs...
I get on the floor, I slowly undo his robe, and look, and sure enough a giant smack that is all red and almost busted.
So after we assess things and decide it is safe, I somehow get him off the floor. He is lucky I can move cast iron bath tubs, I'll tell ya that...
I put him in his bed and he is just in agony. But says he will be fine. I take a hot shower. I had had one heck of a day myself and was totally beat.
I return and ask what to do? I rub arnica salve, the good stuff from Mexico, on him. But I can't hardly touch him he is in so much pain. I go to my room, worried... He says he is fine.
And you know - I really should know better. I mean, he tried to escape the hospital when he shattered his pelvis. He just can't be trusted about these sort of things.
I then decide to hope he just smacked himself real hard, and will be fine.
So, I go to bed in my little boudoir. And I have nightmares that my hair is falling out in chunks. And I hear screaming. But I think it is me in my dream. And in my dream, I am looking at this bottle of hair color that made my hair turn light pink & fall out... I slightly wake-up.
It is 3 a.m. I fall back to sleep.
A little before 6 a.m. I awake, and realize there is still screaming, and it's not a nightmare - it's reality. It's coming from Mister Lovee's room...
It is Mister Lovee. Oh goooooodness! I feel awful!!
I run to him, are you okay?????
He says, no no I can't move. And also he can't breathe really well, and he can't move his head or body at all.
I ask, your ribs are broken aren't they?
He says, "I think so," through boy like muffled cries...
Luckily, we live right down the road from primo urgent care facilities, because there is a ginormous retirement community up the way...
I get him dressed. I get me dressed. I pack my camera, his laptop, a bunch of stuff. I needed a diaper bag I tell ya ;)
And, we head over to urgent care. I help him along...
We wait wait wait. I type. Fidget with my phone. Put on mascara. Lip-gloss. I find a greeting card in my bag from my Mom that I forgot about. I open it, it plays loudly, "I will survive," haha! Mister Lovee waves his hand, whispering enough enough in his slightly Yiddish accent...
Truth be told, I was worried because there was no severe bruising in the morning, and my aunt always said, if there is no bruising outside and you have a lot of pain, there might be something worse inside. So I hoped nothing was punctured inside.
Then, your words trickled in like calming ocean tides!! I felt calm. Better.
He is admitted. They take him to x-ray.
I wait, wait, wait...
His little fractured body comes back.
And YAY!! No severe breaks, just fractured ribs and contusions contusions contusions.
He is in pain though.
He can't laugh. He can hardly move. And I am playing nurse.
So that is that part.
But - the story on how he fell goes like this. He got on the chair, but realized he needed a ladder. So he went to step off it.
And it toppled over, and his body went into the air, and then smacked all of his body weight, on his ribs, right on this edge...
And then, the rest of his body crushed the chair... And how he didn't get stabbed, is beyond me...
Thankfully, the Dr. says he will just be in massive pain for a few days.
So, before I sat down to type these words to you, I asked him if he remembered telling me last night, that he would kill me if I called 911. He looked at me with that sheepish grin, and then started laughing, but having to hold his ribs, and grimacing at the same time...
I guess he thinks that is funny.
So, now that I feel like I was the one injured, I just want to find a cozy place and sip my non-alcoholic champagne... It was the only thing I could find, and don't even know where we got it?
I guess I'll sit in my garden bathtub. It's been that kind of trip...
Mister Lovee says he is floored he is not totally broken, because the pain is so bad. But I read rib fractures hurt like heck?
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here for me. I don't think I have ever encountered such an amazing place as this blogging world.
Thank you thank you thank you! From me and my bratty patient.
I feel all frazzled and neurotic ;) I am off to take some vitamins...
♥ ♥ ♥, V & Mister Lovee
ps: We needed some fun, so I random number generated the Party Hat recipient, YAY for lovely Miss TattingChic!!! (e-mail me your addy please). I will also start working on a fun post with creatures while my patient sleeps...
