Saturday, May 23, 2026
Ouch
(Note: technically it's Sunday the 24th, but to me, it still feels like Saturday as I write this, so it's dated Saturday.)
I want to say right out that Bunny is doing fine. Well, as fine as one can be having broken both shoulders. And at this time, that's about all we know, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Earlier today, Bunny went to the gym. I pulled out the lawn mower and was finishing up when I received a call from Bunny. Or rather, the EMT was using her phone to inform me that Bunny had fallen, and to meet them at the gym. A minute later, I received another call from Bunny's phone—this time the head EMT told me to forget the gym, head to the hospital as they were taking her there. As I learned, Bunny was trying to get off the treadmill when it moved when she wasn't expecting it, followed by a rather hard tumble as she tried to catch herself.
I met her at the Emergency Room. She wasn't in pain per se, but only if she moved her arms. An hour in, and she goes off for an X-ray. An hour after that, the doctor runs in, says that both her shoulders are broken, gives the Latin names for the bones (and since Bunny nor I speak Latin, we still don't know which bones are affected), that Bunny is not going home tonight, but will be admitted, and ran out to attend other patents.
Sigh.
When I finally left the hospital, Bunny was in a room (and as hospital rooms go, it's not that bad—a single bad room, quite large and not that sickly light-green color) and resting. The pain only happening if she (or anyone) tries to move her upper body.
And I do want to thank my friend Mark and his wife Hazel for driving to the hospital, picking up the keys to Bunny's car, driving to the gym and driving her car home. While the car might have been safe there in the gym parking lot, it was one less thing to worry about. Thank you so much Mark and Hazel.
I'll find out more tomorrow. But for now, things are … okay.
Notes on an overheard conversation at the Emergency Room
“So do you have your medical insurance cards on you?”
“No. It's in my purse, sitting in my car, at the gym.”
“Okay, so to get you admitted, we'll put you down for ‘paying out of pocket.’”
“So does that mean we need to pay now with a credit card?”
“No. Here, call us when you get your medical insurance information.”
“So she's not being admitted?”
“No, you are being admitted.”
“But you want us to call you?”
“Yes, here's the number.”
“You want us to call you, the hospital, from the hospital, with the insurance information?”
“Yes.”
“…”
“Don't forget to call!”
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