I'm telling this story because its funny. I mean its embarrassing for me but funny. My mom, long before reality shows were a thing..has always thought I should have a reality show, or at least write a book about my life. Honestly so many things happen to me that I forget most of it. Other people are always coming up to me saying things like...remember when. No I probably don't because some new fresh hall has entered my life since. Trust me. My life is a bit like an I love Lucy episode, except my occasional guest stars are from horror movies (and country music), and there is more blood. (usually mine)
So here is what happened. I had decided that fateful warm sunny day to go and feed my birds. I have three bird feeders. Until about two months ago the limbs spilled over my deck and I could easily get food into the feeders. Then the hoa decided to cut back the tree and now... that is no longer. Now I have to reach several feet to get to them and consequently now I no longer have natural shade or tons of birds coming up to me. Try as I might I cant reach the feeder..I stretch out more..and I feel myself falling. I tried to catch a limb or something..but ..well they cut them all...so i hit the patio below..12 feet below at least, not counting my own height added in.
I laid there unable to get up..and I swear I thought, well if people can survive bear attacks I can get up. What in the world. HAHA. Why would THAT be the first thing I think of. Bears.
SO I somehow trudge up the hill and get to a neighbor and knock on the door and say..well..I think my head is bleeding, is it bad. She didnt know what to do so she told me to stay there while she called her daughter. I said call 911 instead please. Then I walked to my house, tried to open the door and I everything went white and my ears were ringing and I had to lay down. I thought well, I think I'm going to die now. This is an embarrassing way to go I think to myself. I of course had no idea I was just blacking out. Then after what seemed like a few seconds (i have no idea though) I get up (still unable to see with a ringing in my ears) and get back to the neighbors and she put a towel on my head and told me to stop walking around.
911 gets there and I was feeling better by then and I was very much like no I don't need to go to the ER. I had no idea my skull was showing. Seriously until I got to the ER no one bothered to tell me this. I might have taken it a bit more serious if I had known I had an inch long gash where my skull was just hanging out..in the open... So they let me call my sister and she came to get me. She gets me in the car and goes you have a big hole in the back of your pants and you look like a homeless person. HAHAHA. I did though, I really did. I was wearing what I had went to bed in..black booty shorts (yes my but hangs out of them) and a tight yellow tank top.I was covered in dirt and blood. My thick blonde hair had soaked up the blood. My leg was also banged up and I couldn't walk on it. I tell her what happened and she dies laughing..she would say, oh im so sorry this is so serious and then die laughing again..because of course IT WAS ridiculous. Who falls off of their deck 12 feet in an attempt to feed their birds.
First we go to pick up Tara's children. The boys were funny. Ethen told me that I had a big, big boo boo and Aden said I needed to go to the doctor. We went to two walk in clinics for treatment and they wouldn't take me. Everyone was adamant I get a CT scan. So I get to the er and every one..as I walk by..starts going wow and stuff. I am sure my blond hair made the blood really "pop"! They took me pretty fast, apparently bleeding from the head is considered need for immediate treatment. The guy getting treated next to me cut his finger badly on a vegetable slicer and when i told him what happened to me he yelled out well DAMN, I hope YOU are ok. I ended up getting five staples and a ct scan. I was ok, of course because by the time I had the scan it had been over 5 hours, I mean I probably would have already been dead if there was actually something wrong. lol
I have cuts, bruises and knots all over my body and I feel like I was ran over by a mack truck. Most importantly..for now on...the birds are just going to have to eat off of my patio, no more putting feeders in the trees.
