The Risks of Cleaning

(Second post of the day; a non horsey post.)

I've mopped my floors probably thousands of times. (Mom of six, remember?) I know that wet floors can be slick. I know to be careful. But it just takes one moment of forgetting to be cautious to wind up in the emergency room.

Yesterday just before lunch I finished steam mopping my floors, waited what I thought was enough time for them to dry, and then walked down the tiled hallway to get something from our bedroom. Suddenly my feet went out from under me and I fell head first into the door jamb, smacking the side of my head right into it.

I knew right away that it was not good, and having had several concussions before, I figured out quickly that I had just given myself another one. I waited a few hours - I absolutely did not want to go any place where I might be exposed to COVID-19. But finally I called my doctor who directed me to go to the hospital immediately.

Due to the pandemic, Craig had to drop me off at the door where a nurse put me into a wheelchair and took me back for triage and then into a bed. Non critical patients were placed in the hallway with screens between us. And since they didn't want people in the ER to stay very long in case of exposing them to COVID-19, treatment and testing went quickly and I was in and out in an hour and a half. 

My nurse had a great sense of humor. As she wrote out my release papers, she asked, "How about I put in your release note, 'Patient should never mop floors again?'"  We had a good laugh over that.

I'm lucky - no skull fracture and no brain bleeds, but I do have a good concussion. Even twenty-four hours later I am still nauseated and have a headache. 

No barn for me for a little while, but Tim knows I won't be out and said he'll give Abby extra good care until I can return. And my fingers are crossed that Sultanna won't foal while I am homebound!