I've broken a lot of bones in my life. Not sure what that says about me, I'm not exactly a daredevil. I broke my leg when I was five on my uncle's trampoline. I dislocated both kneecaps (not a break, I know, but inconvenient nonetheless) when I was 15. I fell and broke both wrists when I was 19, and my ankle a few years later when I was moving into a downstairs apartment. I already wrote about my broken hand. SO....can you imagine the state I"d be in without modern medicine? I hate to think...
I wouldn't have my Meghan.... actually, I probably wouldn't be here either. After going two weeks overdue, 17 hours of pitocin-induced labor, and a c-section delivery, they found that the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck three times. She had been doing little pirouettes in my tummy, I guess. In the old days, delivering her would probably have killed both of us. Then, when she was five, she got a terrible case of pneumonia that landed her in the hospital for about a week. Without modern antibiotics and breathing treatments, she wouldn't have survived that, either.
I have terrible allergies, I think I'm allergic to living. With an allergy pill, a nasal spray and an inhaler, I can survive most of them. I think if I didn't have those, I'd just have someone shoot me and put me out of my misery.
So, that's the gist of it. I always say I'd be a terrible pioneer woman, but there's a good chance I wouldn't have lived that long anyway. I'm grateful to live in this time and place, when medical knowledge is so advanced.
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It was around her neck four times.
Three was the most the doctor had ever seen before.
I had heard all of those bone-breaking stories before, but never all at once. You definitely have a habit.
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