More Proof . . .
. . . that my brother is the most awesome sibling in the world (or at least, the most fitting sibling for ME).
It's fairly common knowledge that I am accident prone, and - I've said it from the beginning, when I found out I would be working upstairs - it was just a matter of time before I fell down the stairs at work.
I did everything RIGHT - I was watching where I was going, putting on foot in front of the other, holding onto the railing, and I wasn't rushing or anything but the bottom of my shoe and the stair covering don't mesh I guess and my foot slipped out from under me. I had the rail in a death grip but that didn't stop the rest of my body from movement and I very nearly ripped my arm out of its socket. As it was my left ankle ended up folding out and under me, scraping most of the skin off the front of my foot and seriously bruising the HELL out of it. Thank God I was holding on to the rail cuz I fell kinda face first and if I hadn't been able to stop my fall I would have been seriously fucked (12 stairs, I slipped on the 2nd and ended up on the 7th).
As it was, the wind was knocked out of me and my ankle was ON FIRE. There were witnesses and they got my supervisor and human resources alerted to the mishap. Andrea and Jamie (an outside salesman) helped me down the steps and into the computer room so that I could sit, put my foot up, and fill out an accident report. Tiffany in HR ordered that I should go to the doctor just so that we could have x-rays on file so after about 30 minutes of sitting with ice on my ankle, I tested to see if I could walk and made my way to the doc's. It took THREE HOURS over there to get a drug screening, x-ray, and exam. Only to get the diagnosis of a severe sprain. Nothing broken, Thank God.
But that doesn't explain my brother, does it?
Matt's on vacation this week, so I honestly didn't expect him to be home when I called to let him know what had happened. I was on my way to lunch when I fell down the stairs so I hadn't had anything to eat - obviously - when I went to the doctor. Well, after he said he was getting ready to bo fishing Matt asked me if I needed anything and I told him that if he was coming to town (45 minutes away from our house), I'd appreciate it if he got me a hamburger or something but if he wasn't I had some almonds at work to nibble on if I went back.
Imagine my surprise when Matt calls me as I'm doing paperwork at the doc's office and he asks if I was taken in the back yet. I was like - no. And then he rounds the corner with a Whopper Jr. for me T_T I told him to go put it in my car, so he did and then he comes back just in time for me to be called to the back and Matt - this is where I get all emotional - SITS DOWN in the lobby to wait for me.
Seriously, my baby brother was gonna wait there for me.
Isn't that the damn sweetest thing EVER?
As I didn't know how long I'd be, I told him to go. He did leave - reluctantly - but told me to call if I needed him to pick me up for whatever reason.
Which, I'm glad he left. I didn't get out of the doc's till 3:15 >-< And then I opted to go back to work. Why? I have no idea. I'm a masochist, I guess. And WHAT DO YOU KNOW???? When I got there, they were sanding the stairs so that they aren't so smooth and slippery.
But OMG My brother - T_T I must have done something RIGHT.
- Sandy
It's fairly common knowledge that I am accident prone, and - I've said it from the beginning, when I found out I would be working upstairs - it was just a matter of time before I fell down the stairs at work.
I did everything RIGHT - I was watching where I was going, putting on foot in front of the other, holding onto the railing, and I wasn't rushing or anything but the bottom of my shoe and the stair covering don't mesh I guess and my foot slipped out from under me. I had the rail in a death grip but that didn't stop the rest of my body from movement and I very nearly ripped my arm out of its socket. As it was my left ankle ended up folding out and under me, scraping most of the skin off the front of my foot and seriously bruising the HELL out of it. Thank God I was holding on to the rail cuz I fell kinda face first and if I hadn't been able to stop my fall I would have been seriously fucked (12 stairs, I slipped on the 2nd and ended up on the 7th).
As it was, the wind was knocked out of me and my ankle was ON FIRE. There were witnesses and they got my supervisor and human resources alerted to the mishap. Andrea and Jamie (an outside salesman) helped me down the steps and into the computer room so that I could sit, put my foot up, and fill out an accident report. Tiffany in HR ordered that I should go to the doctor just so that we could have x-rays on file so after about 30 minutes of sitting with ice on my ankle, I tested to see if I could walk and made my way to the doc's. It took THREE HOURS over there to get a drug screening, x-ray, and exam. Only to get the diagnosis of a severe sprain. Nothing broken, Thank God.
But that doesn't explain my brother, does it?
Matt's on vacation this week, so I honestly didn't expect him to be home when I called to let him know what had happened. I was on my way to lunch when I fell down the stairs so I hadn't had anything to eat - obviously - when I went to the doctor. Well, after he said he was getting ready to bo fishing Matt asked me if I needed anything and I told him that if he was coming to town (45 minutes away from our house), I'd appreciate it if he got me a hamburger or something but if he wasn't I had some almonds at work to nibble on if I went back.
Imagine my surprise when Matt calls me as I'm doing paperwork at the doc's office and he asks if I was taken in the back yet. I was like - no. And then he rounds the corner with a Whopper Jr. for me T_T I told him to go put it in my car, so he did and then he comes back just in time for me to be called to the back and Matt - this is where I get all emotional - SITS DOWN in the lobby to wait for me.
Seriously, my baby brother was gonna wait there for me.
Isn't that the damn sweetest thing EVER?
As I didn't know how long I'd be, I told him to go. He did leave - reluctantly - but told me to call if I needed him to pick me up for whatever reason.
Which, I'm glad he left. I didn't get out of the doc's till 3:15 >-< And then I opted to go back to work. Why? I have no idea. I'm a masochist, I guess. And WHAT DO YOU KNOW???? When I got there, they were sanding the stairs so that they aren't so smooth and slippery.
But OMG My brother - T_T I must have done something RIGHT.
- Sandy