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Emotional Swings in 4 Hours  

JaniceJanes 49T  
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6/25/2018 11:02 am
Emotional Swings in 4 Hours

I was in Atlantic City this past weekend with my Boyfriend and something very unexpected happened causing me to experience several emotions in a short period of time.

It started by falling down three stairs in the casino and spraining my left ankle. I wasn’t drunk or wearing 6” heels. I just had forgotten to concentrate on the task at hand, going down steps. Could happen to anyone.

Half a dozen Tropicana Security staff were there within seconds and summoned an on-duty medical technician who quickly said to go to an Emergency Room. I really believe that meant “Get out of the casino before you think about filing an Incident Report”.

No problem since it hurt like hell and we were actually on our way to check out anyway.

Tropicana folks got a Wheel Chair for me and got us to Valet Parking with directions to the closest Emergency Room about five/six blocks away. I guess they have had a few of these instances before since they had preprinted directions

Here’s where I started having mood swings. Even in this fairly bright new facility, the Emergency Waiting area is depressing. Old people, sick people, poor people. What a shock when minutes before I was in a casino full of young, happy people having fun. And, no offense to anyone, all kinds of languages. Images of Ellis Island in the 1920s came to mind.

I think because I had good insurance, we were shown to an Examination Room ahead of most people in the Waiting Room. It certainly wasn’t because I was in more destress than some of them.

Soon a young Doctor came in, felt my ankle, ask a few questions and told me it was “probably” a sprain not a broken ankle but an X-ray was needed to confirm that. A young nurse or technician came in and wheeled me over to the X-ray room, took a couple X-rays and wheeled me back to the Exam Room where Richard and I waited for a good thirty minutes before the first doctor came back.

Yes, a level three sprain. I didn’t know sprains came in different levels but it sounded better than a break so I started feeling better. Then things really got better when the doctor asked if needed any<b> drugs </font></b>for the pain. Oh yes, give me<b> drugs </font></b>I said.

He told me I should stay off my feet and when I get back home, lay down and my leg elevated above my head to reduce the swelling.

Now it’s hard to express the joy I was feeling. I’ll be drugged, laying on my back, legs in the air all under doctors orders. I had to smile at my boyfriend thinking about all the possibilities after getting home and following doctors orders. I just hope he has the stamina to help me through my recovery period.

As we were leaving, going back through the still crowed Waiting Room I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was. Good prognosis and recommended home treatment. More later on me home “care”.

Jan

PS, if you ever start feeling down about your life, go to an Emergency Room waiting area and look around. I guarantee you will leave there thinking “My life isn’t so bad”.

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