Kyarra was walking behind me, helped me up, and called the emergency room to let them know what happened and that we’d be there in a few minutes.
For the next four hours, I had blood draws, Xrays of my bloodied knee, MRIs, an ice pack for my head, the least hectic time of the day on my back, and the gift of a meal the PA was tossing if take it since she had eaten earlier. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.
Other than a scraped knee and a goose egg on the back of my head, I came through the tumble in good shape. I can’t thank Kyarra enough for all of the things she did for me, including some things like going back to my apartment to refrigerate a medication I left on the table before I realized I had to return to the clinic, have the fall. She also brought my phone to me. She’s the young woman holding Andy on the 23rd’s blog post.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!