Friday morning started out real good. I have been having so much more energy lately, since wearing my c-pap machine during my daily naps. I have also been on a diet and eating better. I really thought I was onto a path of health. Then I stepped into the elevator to take a normal ride up to the 2nd floor and begin work.
All of a sudden the elevator made a weird clanging sound and moved around. I noticed my feet were about 2 inches off the ground. I was lucky I had been holding onto the hand rail and my cane before this happened. Then just as quickly the elevator slammed to a stop. I just dropped back onto my feet with a jolt. I pushed the buttons to open the elevator doors and nothing happened. I was stuck in there. I kept pushing them and also tried out the button to call an operator. I had always wanted to press that button or pick up the phone in the elevator. How did that thing work. I heard it dial out and then a recording came on and was telling someone where the elevator was located. By the time there was a live person on the phone my elevator door had opened. I was shocked to see that I was on the basement floor at work - not the second floor as I had been heading. My elevator must of free falled two stories down.
I felt sore but my adrenaline was running. I walked up the stair to where our company is located. There was one other girl that would be there that early. I walked over to her desk and asked her to put some "Out of Order" signs on the elevators. We didn't want anyone else to take the ride of terror!
At work I took my Ultram for pain. It helps with my fibromyalgia pain so I usually have it with me. When my managers came in I told them what happened. I could work even though I was feeling pain in weird places. My hips, ankles, ribs and neck. I knew the next day would really tell me how badly I had hurt myself. It wasn't until that night that the rush of pain came. My hips and back hurt so bad I couldn't sleep. I woke my husband up and told him we need to go to the emergency room. It was better to go now, when they weren't busy, then to spend all morning tomorrow there. When we got to the hospital I was right, they were slow, and we were seen right away.
They x-rayed my whole spine and found nothing broken. I was told that during the next 5 days I would feel worse not better. If I didn't start to feel better in a week I would have to come back. You just can't see hairline fractures until they start to heal.
Saturday was a blur. My headache just made it hard to get out of bed. Then I discovered if I pushed my shoulders back and straight and tilted my head back that it would relieve the pain. It's just hard to keep them that way. I recalled having a neck brace from years ago. My husband dug it out for me and it's been my friend while up and around. It 5 pm and I am just getting up for the day. I will test out seeing how long I can sit.
This is such a literal pain in the butt. I can't wait to get to the chiropractor tomorrow. I don't think I can even attempt going to work until I have my pain under control. I know this has nothing to do with genealogy but it is a record of my life right now. I can see it really is a much healthier choice to not ride the elevator now.
See ya tomorrow, for tomorrow is always another genealogy day!