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and down the stairs i fell again, and as i lay at the bottom, having fallen flat against the steps and then slid the rest of the way down, i went through a terrifying, split-second mental check-up:
*okay... skull intact, no wetness so no blood... neck... sharp pains... but i can roll my head side to side... mid-back... okay, can't move right arm too well... lower back... oh jesus, i'm paralyzed. i've broken my back. no, wait... okay, left leg fucked up pretty bad...*
meanwhile, another waitress, a confirmed twit, is trying to pull me off the floor while the chef yells at her not to move me because i might have a vertebrae awry. or askance. whatevs.
but i'm upright and moving, and so far all i have is shooting pains in my lower and middle back, same in right shoulder, and some pretty crazy bruising. i basically have the imprint of the stairs laid out perfectly on the back of my body, because i hit like a plank against the steps, then slid. POWsliiidecrumple.
waitressing is XTREME!
as are painkillers.
i have about 20 hours left to decide if i want to go to the emergency room (workers comp).
votes?
UPDATE: now with lemon.
er visit accomplished. loritabs procured. rotater cuff bruised, a few vertebrae are indeed contused, but we'll be fine in a few days. pictures, you say? oh, alright!