# 160 : THE FALL THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING !!! (Part 1)
TO ALL OF MY VERY PATIENT READERS IN CHIBA-KEN AND ALL OF JAPAN WHO HAVE BEEN WAITING MOST ANXIOUSLY FOR ME TO RETURN AND CONTINUE MY BLOGS……….
GREETINGS TO ALL OF YOU. I REALIZE IT HAS BEEN LIKE FOREVER AND I HAVE MISSED ALL OF YOU SO VERY MUCH AND I AM SO GLAD TO BE BACK WITH YOU AND WRITING AGAIN. AND YES, IT IS REALLY I, YOUR MARY ANN-SAN. TODAY I BEGIN A BRAND NEW MINI-SERIES WHICH WILL EXPLAIN TO ALL OF YOU, MY DEAR FRIENDS, WHY I WAS GONE SO LONG AND AWAY FROM WRITING AND FROM EVERYTHING. IT IS GOOD TO BE BACK FINALLY. I HAVE REALLY MISSED DOING THIS. A LOT. HERE WE GO! THE MINI-SERIES NOW BEGINS!
BLOG: # 160 : THE FALL THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING !!!
It went without any actual say so from me really, that I had been looking forward to the Saint Patrick’s Day Holiday for weeks and to making Corned Beef and Cabbage as the meal for the first time. I couldn’t wait. I was like SO excited about the whole entire thing. As the big day came closer, the more excited I became. It was just going to be me but I had planned everything. I was totally prepared.
On Saint Patrick’s Day, the 17th of March, 2020, Karen came over to help me so that I wouldn’t have any problems spilling anything due to the super heavy pot. And really, everything went well. The entire meal was terrific. Absolutely delicious! It was the best Saint Patrick’s Day I ever had. Everything was oh so yummy.
My Very Special Night ended all too quickly for me and suddenly it was after midnight, and in the morning of the 18th of March. It was nearing 12:30 a.m. and I was going to bed. I couldn’t wait to get in and lay down, but as I went to get into my bed, somehow, I managed to miss it and I slid off the bed and hit the floor. My Walker was right there behind me. I knew it was right there cause I felt it. I went reach for it but couldn’t grab it. I couldn’t even get up from the floor. The part of my brain that told me that I should be able to get up and walk said nothing doing. I COULDN’T WALK. COULDN’T STAND. And what was even worse, I knew that I had to go to the bathroom. How on earth would I get there in time? Well, I did find a way: I inched my way across my bedroom floor, down the hall, to the bathroom. It wasn’t easy, believe me because it took me several HOURS to do this—-just inching my way across the floor until I got there.
When I at last reached the bathroom, I found that another huge horror awaited me. I found that I couldn’t get up from the floor to get on the toilet to sit down no matter how hard I tried. I could not do it. I sat in the bathroom on the floor and cried. I didn’t know what else to do. So I just cried. I hoped I could hold everything in. And keep it in.
Then, I decided I should try to make my way back to my bedroom so I started inching my way back again. By the time I got from the bathroom to the middle of the hall-way, my phone rang. Well, good luck with getting that. There was no way, absolutely no way, I was going to be able to answer the phone. I wouldn’t be able to get there no matter how hard I tried. My land-line kept ringing for awhile and then stopped. My mind cried out: Oh. Please call back. Karen I know it’s you. Please call back.
After that, I guess I passed out on the floor. The last thing I recall was that everything that had to come out in the bathroom, came out in the hall-way instead and I couldn’t stop it. And I couldn’t move. I had no choice but to lay there in the hall-way in the mess.
I do not know how long it was before the phone rang again. And I still had to get back to my bedroom from the hall-way.
It took me at least one hour to get from my bedroom door to my bed where my phone was—-inching my way along, even slower than before. ONE HOUR just for that tiny distance.
The phone rang again and then stopped. Damn that Land-line.
Finally, I got to the phone and called Karen.
I explained what had happened. What I had gone through.
I said: I AM ON THE FLOOR IN MY BEDROOM. I CAN’T WALK.
She asked me if I had had stroke. I told her that I didn’t think so. She told me to call 911. I said, Oh ….. Gee…..how is that gonna help me? You guys have the keys to my house so even if they came, they couldn’t get in. And I can’t get to the door. She said that George was on his way home, they would come. Just call 911.
I did. And explained everything to the lady on the other end of the line who stayed on the phone with me till Karen came and the 911 people came and got me and wrapped me up cause I had absolutely NO CLOTHES on. YES. I went to the Hospital naked. And without anything. No purse. No ID. NOTHING. Everything was left at home.
Including my poor darling Baby Paws………..
I went to The Hilo Medical Center in the ambulance on the morning of 18 March 2020 not knowing when I would leave or if I would or if I would ever see my Paws again. I was sooo very worried about him.
I had no choice but to go.
And it seemed…….no real say so in the matter either.
(PART #2 of this to come).
Your Mary Ann-san