Funny Follows Me

What do you enjoy doing most in your leisure time?

Making people laugh and telling them in person or over video since my facial changes really emphasizes my life. Laughter is the best medicine but this week I had something happen that put me in the receiving end for getting help using the 911 system. At 53, I’ve never needed an ambulance. Last week around 3:55 pm I used a pear knife to open up iced tea. Why? Because my hands have RA short for Rhumatid Arthritis. I drop things and my hands are so weak I have trouble opening up everything. So, last Wednesday the pear knife slipped while I trying to cut the seal which is ribbed and can tear my hands up. So I watched the knife go down the iced tea bottle and plunged into my hand where the thumb meets the finger. It happened so fast, I applied pressure and foolishly looked at the gash and got woozy and it was lots of blood. Bounty really is the quicker picker upper within 8 minutes walked in 2 emts and a police officer. All 3 polite men who walking into my freshly decorated Valentine’s Day small studio. They were attentive and once the blood was controlled, I asked the hot pauly d lookalike while your here can you open the iced tea? The checked my vitals, gave me the option to stay home but the cut could reopen since it was pretty big. So, I changed, took a sip of iced tea and snuffed my love come to me candle as the doppelgänger for pauly d said I will blow your candle out. I said nope, you have to snuff then or else you can set an alarm off. So, I changed, left my makeup home (I was in shock) and got on the stretcher. TBC part 2 tomorrow

So, I’m strapped in a stretcher on one of the coldest days in NY. I always hated rides as a kid and hate rollercoasters so I was told get ready for a bumpy ride. He wasn’t kidding!!! Off we go and the sun had just set so I couldn’t see much but asked, why no lights for me? I’m such a Sagittarius, all eyes on me. The emt said, you’re not bleeding out but I can put the lights on if you want? My head nodded, nope I’m good . I’ve taken peddy cabs in NY many years ago and that was insane but this time I was strapped in and on my way to fix my laceration.

The blood stopped but the hot driver had my blood pressure up. I have never seen such a hottie and a nice, respectful guy. So here is where it gets funny. I’m wheeled in to the ER and the pauly d doppelgänger asks a bunch of coworkers waiting outside, “hey, this girl thinks I look like pauly D”. In unison, the girls yelled YES but he had higher hair. This man had a beard and mustache but nicely shaped. I’m such a sucker for a bad boy but I blame it on the loss of blood for my brain to be very slow.

They released me from the stretcher and I took one arm out easy but the left one was hard so I’m like snagging the right arm, looking like a crazy person and people enjoying watching me squirm. Finally, they helped and pauly d lookalike sweetheart of a man stayed with me until I was seated to prepare for my stitches because I mistakenly said it was a self inflicted wound. He screamed nnnnnnoooo, it was an accident. He was like you will be sent to go put on a white jacket. Ok, got it but I was trying to say nobody attacked me.

So, my man takes my leopard bag, my jacket and my large purple scarf and carries it to the room where I would be stitched. At that moment, I realized only one man had ever held my purse for me but it’s just a sweet gesture. This man was well suited for this job and is most likely raised by good parents.

As they prepared to inject a needle to numb the area, the pauly d lookalike said, “well, this is my time go leave you and get back to work”. Damn, I just gave him my puppy dog eyes like can’t you just stay? He left and the needle HURT, the stitches hurt but get taken out tomorrow since the area was not for glue based stitches. I bought a bottle opener the emt said too and it works. For those 2 hours it was nice being taken care of by a hot but SWEET guy. Some people just excel at their job but what a hard job EMTs have. I’m thankful my hand is healing and no damage to moving my fingers (I wiggled my middle finger first) and exhaled a sigh of relief.

The lesson here is decorate for Valentine’s even if your single because like Van Halej sings, Love walks in ❤️