March 31st was my big day, to leave Connecticut to visit my friends in Texas. Well, I only got as far as New York City. When I got there, the bus driver called for someone to help with my baggage. I had, maybe, a tad too much. The young man came and I told him where I was going and he said follow him. We walked to an escalator and went up, walked some more, and got to another escalator, going down. For those who dont know me, I had a walker with me. The man said we were going down. I went to step on the escalator. This is where my walker got away from me, and I follow the walker, head first, down the moving stairs.
The escalator stopped and help came immediately. I was bleeding from a cut above my eye and my lips. I wish that is the end of my injuries, but I have a few more. I went to St. Vincent's Hospital in Manhattan and stayed there over night. They gave me a cat scan. Apparently I do have a small fracture right below my left eye. The doctor was thinking of surgery but after more examining my eye, she ruled it out. My next problem is how do I get home. Between with the help of my dad's company, the social worker and the doctor, an ambulance was sent to come pick me up to bring me home. I was home on Wednesday night.
I had to go to my eye doctor's the next morning. I have a cut in my eye and it is very red. It looks like some one gave a black eye. It is so ugly. I went to see my doctor the next day. My other injuries is my right arm is all black and blue and some internal bruising on my right side. I have a abrasion on my left leg. Since I have problems with my legs, it will be watched very carefully. My lip, on my left side, is also bruised and I lost a couple of teeth. Yuck!
I will reschedule my trip to Texas when I am heal. I am just taking it easy. I am starting to have stitching withdrawals since I haven't stitched all week. I could see okay so I will be stitching this weekend.