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(Note: technically it's Sunday the 24^th, 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 (Emergency
Medical Technician) 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.


Email Sean Conner at sean@conman.org

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