**If you are squeamish about blood and stuff you may want to skip this post.**
After our flight back from our cruise in December we were staying at Sissie's house for a few days before we flew back to DFW airport and then drove the 3 hours back to our house in Louisiana.
I had been sleeping in Sissie's tall antique bed with Hubs a few days before we flew to Miami to catch the cruise ship. Sissie bought a hard plastic folding stool to aid me in getting into and out of her bed so I didn't have to catapult myself into the bed and jump down off it to the floor.
I guess I forgot how to use a stool or I wasn't quite awake fully when I tried to exit the bed on Christmas Eve morning. I remember I stepped on the stool with my left foot but I must have been on the corner and when I put weight on that foot the stool popped up into the air and sliced open the lower part of my right leg. I felt myself falling off the stool and luckily Sissie has one of those luggage racks in her bedroom for us and my suitcase was open on it. As I fell forward I grabbed the edge of my suitcase with both hands to keep from hitting my head on the floor.
I stood up and looked down at my feet and Sissie's carpeting was filling up with a pool of blood around my foot. I grabbed my cellphone and hopped to her master bath so I didn't bleed out on her new carpet. The linoleum in the bathroom would be a better choice to make a bloody mess on. So I sat on the toilet and used my phone to call Hubs. That call went to voicemail, so I called Sissie. That call also went to voicemail(I found out later her phone was in the basement.) I knew Kim wouldn't pick up if I called her so I didn't even attempt a third call. I could hear all 5 of them downstairs in the kitchen laughing and having a boisterous time. The thought that I'd bleed out and die in Sissie's bathroom with all of them downstairs.
So I told myself I'll start yelling for help and if they still can't hear me I'll dial 911 for an ambulance. I commenced screaming. It took about 30 seconds before someone noticed my cries and Hubs came running up the stairs and found me in the bathroom. I told him I cut myself and it was bad....well you could see all the blood on the floor and know that instantly. ;-)
Hubs yelled for Sissie's husband to come upstairs. He was a medic in the Navy and was a battlefield corpsman in Afghanistan so the most qualified in the house to know what to do. He sprang into action yelling for towels and things to staunch the bleeding and told someone to call for an ambulance.