Little bro and his wife had their baby. She was only 3 pounds 13 ounces so she had to stay in the hospital for a week or so. Little bro was able to come back from Iraq for a few weeks to be with his new family.
The rest of us were working on the house. Trying to get the kitchen fixed up. I forgot the kitchen floor was pulled up. I stepped through a door and fell down onto one of those big 3x5 floor joists. I thought I'd broken some ribs. I jumped up, ran into the garage, and started making animal noises while in a fetal ball. Christ did it hurt.
I shook it off and walked upstairs to eat supper. Then I got woozy. I turned white as a sheet (not a big trick being part Irish and all) and broke out in a full-body sweat. I wanted to go to sleep. Turns out that I ruptured my spleen and was bleeding internally. We found this out after I took an ambulance ride into town. I took another ride to a bigger town and had my spleen cut out. The doctor said it was a mess in there. They sucked out a few liters of my own blood and gave it back to me. Funny. I ended up staying in the hospital at the same time as my new niece. She got out before I did though.
Now I'm on pain pills and I reckon I'm healing nicely. Can't believe I didn't break any bones. I've got a lovely bruise across my ribs. And a zipper up my front, from my bellybutton to my chest bone. Twenty something staples. My minds a bit hazy. Those pills, you know.
Things are going pretty good though. Nothing like a near-death experience to bring the family together. All the petty shit blows away like ashes. My little brother came upstairs and drug my big ass off the couch when it was time to take my pills. Then he'd help lower me back down and tuck me in. Now he's back in Iraq. Until November. Yep. Oh well.
I gotta go grab some sleep. byebye
The rest of us were working on the house. Trying to get the kitchen fixed up. I forgot the kitchen floor was pulled up. I stepped through a door and fell down onto one of those big 3x5 floor joists. I thought I'd broken some ribs. I jumped up, ran into the garage, and started making animal noises while in a fetal ball. Christ did it hurt.
I shook it off and walked upstairs to eat supper. Then I got woozy. I turned white as a sheet (not a big trick being part Irish and all) and broke out in a full-body sweat. I wanted to go to sleep. Turns out that I ruptured my spleen and was bleeding internally. We found this out after I took an ambulance ride into town. I took another ride to a bigger town and had my spleen cut out. The doctor said it was a mess in there. They sucked out a few liters of my own blood and gave it back to me. Funny. I ended up staying in the hospital at the same time as my new niece. She got out before I did though.
Now I'm on pain pills and I reckon I'm healing nicely. Can't believe I didn't break any bones. I've got a lovely bruise across my ribs. And a zipper up my front, from my bellybutton to my chest bone. Twenty something staples. My minds a bit hazy. Those pills, you know.
Things are going pretty good though. Nothing like a near-death experience to bring the family together. All the petty shit blows away like ashes. My little brother came upstairs and drug my big ass off the couch when it was time to take my pills. Then he'd help lower me back down and tuck me in. Now he's back in Iraq. Until November. Yep. Oh well.
I gotta go grab some sleep. byebye