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Now Playing: How I Ended Up in the Hospital
Topic: Hospital Tale
OK, it's been a while since I've been able to write an entry. I have a good reason, though, as I've been in the hospital!
It all started on the 30th of November, 2004. I decided to share Thanksgiving with the family (The wife's side) so I drove over to Bakersfield in the Volvo on the 24th of November (the day before Thanksgiving.) I had dinner with my brother-in-law Clyde and his family, then I drove up to my Dad's place in Glennville, CA. to spend the night with him.
My 1st Step-mom, Betty, had passed away on the 19th of November, and the family was having a memorial service for her that Friday, the 26th.
I drove my Dad down the mountain and we went to the services, then we had lunch and I took him home again. I spent that night at my mother-in-law's (Jayne's) house since she was in Arkansas with Tarona, where they were having Thanksgiving with more family beck there.
On Saturday, the 27th of November I got up and packed my bag to go home again, and saw on the TV that the weather at the beach was going to be great that day, then close down and rain the rest of the week.
On the spur of the moment I decided that I'd drive home by way of the beach...Carmel, CA and points south as far as Ventura, CA.
Since I'm pretty banged up anyway, I only planned to look at the water, watch surfers, and do a little shell-shopping before having lunch at the Shell Cafe in Pismo and heading home.
A full day of travel - especially in an old, slow car!
I left Bakersfield about 8AM and drove out to I-5, then north to Hwy 46, and west again to Paso Robles where I stopped for breakfast at the Denny's restaurant. Normally I wouldn't get within 100 yards of a Denny's, but this particular restaurant is very good, and has been for as long as I can remember.
After breakfast, I got back on Hwy 46 and drove to Carmel, CA. I went north on CA 1 and took the turn-off for Moonstone Beach. Moonstone Beach is part of the San Simeon State Park, and Hearst Castle is just a few miles up the coast.
The weather was drifting down a light mist, just a little heavier than a fog, and kept me using my windshield wipers every minute or so. The clouds were starting to break up, promising a sunny afternoon.
As I parked at Moonstone Beach, I saw one lonely surfer who was using a parasail-type kite with his surfboard. This was really neat, since I'd only seen one of these rigs on TV before.
I got out of the car, got my crutches under me, and started around the front of the car. I intended to open the passengers' door and sit sideways on the seat to watch the surfer, the waves, and be out of the light rain.
As I came around the front of the car, I stepped off the paved parking lot surface and onto the red sandstone rock that makes a bluff along that part of the coast.
All the times I've been to Moonstone Beach, I've been able to walk down the rock to the sand. This time I couldn't have made that trip if I had wanted to, but apparently the 'rock' had different ideas.
What I had thought was stone all these years turned out to be really slick clay, and as soon as I stepped onto it, my crutch and foot slipped out from under me and I fell to the ground.
I didn't fall over the bluff, I just sat down hard - and heard something go "POP" just before my butt hit the pavement.
Instantly I was in severe pain, and I tried to straighten out or anything that would make the pain less.
I guess my efforts weren't the best thing for me to do, as I slowly slid from the parking lot and down into a gully that went down t the beach.
I only slid about 5 feet, but I couldn't get a grip on anything to help me get back to the parking lot. There was some short grass growing there, but it just pulled loose when I took hold of it.
I managed to get myself turned over, and I scrubbed the mud off my face and glasses so I could see a little. Actually, I was fairly comfortable if ou ignore the facts that I was 1.) Wet 2.) Muddy 3.) Injured.
I got the pain under control, but I still couldn't seem to be able to get back up to the parking lot. I watched the surfer for a little while between bouts of wiggling and trying to claw my way out of the gully.
After a while the surfer came ashore and parked his board and kite, and then he come over to me and asked me if I was husrt of just watching him. I thought that was a silly question, since I was wet and covered with mud, but I only told him I had fallen and couldn't seem to get up again.
He tried to pull me back up to the parking lot, but he couldn't get a purchase on the slope, either.
We found my (Tarona's) cell phone and cleaned the mud off it and called 911 - and got the only dispatcher who didn't know where Moonstone Beach was, and she repeatedly asked us to give her a street address and cross street. Apparently the fact that I was at a small beach with only one entry road wasn't enough.
While we tried to get her to understand where we were, we saw a fire truck drive by, and my surfer friend flagged them down.
The truck turned into the parking lot, and several firemen got out. Three husky young firemen took hold of me and started to pull me back up to the parking lot, and suddenly there were three firemen and me all struggling in the mud, trying not to slip further down the bluff!
On the next try, there were five firemen pulling on me, and we all made it back up the gully safely. Meanwhile, the Captain had called for an ambulance and it arrived about the time I reached the pavement.
Except for an ache in my hip (my leg and foot seemed to work OK) and all the mud on me, I felt OK, but the EMT's insisted that I go with them for a check at the local hospital.
We drove down to San Luis Obispo where I got and X-ray, which showed that the hip wasn't broken, but my pelvis was.
The doctor said he'd never seen or even heard of the type of fracture I had. Apparently it's nearly impossible to break your pelvis where I broke mine!
He recommended that I go to my own doctor, as there was nothing he could do for me. He thought that it would be OK for me to go home on my own if I could manage it without too much pain.
I was released with a shiny new pair of crutches (mine being stored in my car pending my return!)
A friend of my brother Mike's drove me from the hospital backup to Moonstone Beach, and I found my little car with all the glass intact and air in all the tires. It took us about 20 minutes for me to get out of his car and comfortably in mine.
I had him follow me as far as the nearest gas station, where he pumped my tank full.
I got back on the highway and headed home again - after a REALLY bad day - and got back to Bakersfield about 9:20 PM.
I went to my sister-in-law Carmel's house and got myself inside and undressed and into bed without toomuch trouble. Carmel and her husband Vernon were at a hockey game, and came home about 11:30 PM, I think.
I stayed there for three days, until I felt well enough to tackle the remaining 100 miles home.
I got home on Wednesday, 30 November, and stayed in bed until Tarona arrived home - more later -