...all snug in our beds, Heidi and I awoke to Ash screaming off her head!
We jumped out of bed, and ran into her room! Poor Ashley's shoulder was dislocated! Ash said it has happened several times (since she used to do gymnastics) but usually she can get it back in... not today though. Heidi called 9-1-1... poor Ash was in so much pain she couldn't move!
The ambulance arrived, and wheeled Ash away in a strange chair... she commented later it looked like a crazy person chair, and that people must think they were carting away a crazy person! When they got her downstairs, they transferred her to a regular stretcher and into the ambulance.
Ashley was in so much pain, she kept saying "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" the ambulance guy was like, "Where you from?" and Ash said "D.C." and the ambulance guy said "no wonduh, you keep sayin gosh, that's not how most people talk around here."
On the bumpy ride, Ash did slip a swear word... the guy was like, "Now I can understand yuhs!"
When we got to the hospital, the doctors gave Ash some drugs... after they put her arm back in the socket, I think she felt a lot better. While waiting for x-rays, the three of us roomies sat around and, despite the traumatic events of the day, had some good roommate laughs!
Ashley is doing much better now. When we got home, we were all so tired we just zonked out! Had you peeked into our living room this afternoon, this is what you would have found...
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