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Have you ever had surgery? What for?

One day coming out of the bathroom my mother had moved her cat box outside the door of the bathroom.  I managed to twist my ankles spin around bounce off of Norwegian bookcase magazine rack and plop on the floor. It had four prongs on top. On the way down I managed to wedge one of those into my thigh. I called and called mother finally came straight in the doorway this is probably 2010 December. house was getting ready for Christmas or I was getting the house ready for Christmas.

Blood all over the floor all over the walls in the cat box in the cat food all through the cat water sprinkled here and there all me. I was probably fifty-two. Mother came to the door  we had two doors one was into the bathroom and one you went into the hall to the laundry room and two mother’s room and to the front door.

Mother sees me on the floor before she sees the blood all over everywhere. mother says I can’t help you get up. Duh! I would have said there was no way anyone could fall in such a small space I would have been incorrect.

Call the ambulance mom! this is the second time I’ve ever ridden in an ambulance in my life. big humongous husky Waukonites(I’m from Waukon Iowa.) lifted with me with ease I’m 6 ft tall lesbian butch. Built like a tank.

Put me on the in the ambulance and drove me four blocks to the hospital. upon arrival to MD x-rayed my hip to make sure that wasn’t any pointy prongy wouldn’t thing from the magazine rack and my thigh it is evident from the magazine rack that no one took long with us nothing was in my hole in my thigh.

At the time I was too concerned with bleeding to death thinking maybe a prong was still in my thigh. I had no forethought thinking she willikers mother should bring the god awful family heirloom along just in case an MD might like to view the bloody mess!

The X-ray showed there was nothing pointy prongy ugly in my hip thigh. However before we have any rain I had a severe pain in that sigh she must have done something to my but you know you don’t have insurance no one cares. I had crappy ass Medicare since I was fifty when I got hit by a ninety-three year-old retired attorney and a crosswalk walking my ten speed.

I was stitched up and sent away with my mother. That’s always embarrassing. I had always lived my folks taking care of my folks there’s always one gay kid that’s responsible for that it was me.

Only thing besides the blood and the stupid placement of the cat box I shall always remember as my mother who is anal about cleaning never screwed at me for falling or bleeding all over.

You know what mom did with that ugly butt ugly Norwegian antique magazine rack? yep that’s exactly what that Iowan did, washed it up put new magazines in it and put it back exactly where it had been by the stairwell when I fell on it!

I guess my gift pre Christmas was no hysterical yelling because all had to be re-cleaned and removed evidence of all blood.