So, we’ve had a few clouds come our way. On the wild Oregon coast that means days of grey, fog and rolling mist. Having lived in San Francisco for over 12 years, I have to admit this doesn’t bother me much. In fact the grey days give a cozy feeling of being home, opportunities for endless cups of guiltless hot chocolate and peeks of light that create unique and interesting photographic subjects.
But, we’ve had a few other clouds too. A few days back Paul got called away on a family emergency to Florida leaving yours truly alone on the coast (staying at Fort Stevens for another 10 days). The turmoil at home was probably enough for the poor man, but in order to complete the picture I decided to put myself in the hospital too. Yes, barely 12 hours after I’d dropped him off at the airport I ended up in the ER .
It was entirely voluntary, in retrospect quite amusing and rather typical. You see, I have an uncanny ability to land myself in the emergency room whenever Paul is away. It’s almost a given that, as soon as hubby leaves on a long trip, I do something colossally idiotic and ultimately self-injuring. It really begs the question of whether it would simply be better for me to wrap myself comfortably in 4-inch memory foam, top it off with an industrial hard-hat and stay indoors….but that’s getting off the topic.
In any case the story starts with the slide (yet again). Now, I’ve hit my head many times on our darn slides. Given the slides have been in the same place for over 2 years, you would’ve thought I’d learned my lesson by now, but thanks to my natural stubbornness (and a very hard head) I manage to create handy and recurring opportunities for learning.
Well, it was late at night (around 11PM) and I was walking briskly to the back of the RV with my head conveniently turned to contemplate the apparent non-going-ons of the road. Makes sense, no? A mere moment later I walked solidly into the edge of the back bedroom slide, knocked myself resolutely to the ground (soft, sandy underfoot thankfully) and passed out. I came to presently, decided it was a silly place to be and backed it up with the thought “well, that was stupid”. A preliminary probe of the ‘ol noggin revealed it was damp and (literally) dripping in blood promoting my very next thought along the lines of “well, that was reaaaaly stupid”.
Having collected myself up, left a broad tracking trail of blood through the RV and used half a kitchen roll to stop the bleeding I decided perhaps a trip to the ER was in order. To cut a long story short, the trip was quick (Astoria ER is outstanding), the cut mostly superficial, the narcotics fabulously effective (I didn’t feel a thing) and I now have a metal staple in my head. For those of you who may decide to do something like this in the future the nurses assured me that “scalpers are bleeders” meaning that my copious blood-letting was a completely natural event. Just in case you needed to know…
So, I’ve been taking it easy for a few days. The upside is that I now get to have even more cups of guiltless hot chocolate and our new RV friends Alex & Ellen have decided to come over and sympathetically keep me company (although I suspect my excellent rum & cokes might have been part of the draw). Either way I’m entirely grateful for both events which only serves to support the old saying that every cloud has a silver lining. Silver is, after all, just a shade of grey.
P.S. In order to keep the blog PG I do not have any pictures of the actual event, but have complimented my story with cozy and relaxing shots of the coast thus turning a rather bloody story into a pretty one. Cunning, isn’t it?