I’m at the ER. I held it together for the 2 hours in the waiting area.
Now that they’ve wheeled me over to take x-rays of my hip and pelvis — I cannot stop crying.
I’m shocked at how much pain I’m in. I feel scared that they’re going to tell me there’s something seriously wrong with my hip. All I can think of is the amazing summer I enjoyed riding around to the beach and over the bridge on my bike—what if I never get to experience that freedom ever again? (I come from women in my family with rheumatoid arthritis)
Plus, I feel so alone.
You would think, being a pretty social NYer, having been to 6 weddings this summer that I’d be the last person to feel this way. I’ve been texting with my mom in Jersey, she says everything will be fine but I’m in an ER full of people where everything is certainly not alright. There’s nothing like having that best friend slash partner that shows up just to tell you everything is going to be alright.
Phew, at least I quieted down long enough to write this.
