We are in Forest City, Iowa, for the Winnebago-Itasca Travelers’ Grand National Rally. We arrived here Saturday, just in time to pick up our registration packet before they closed at 2:30. I spent the rest of the afternoon entering data into a spreadsheet to help me analyse where I wanted to be when then we spent the evening visiting with neighbors and meeting internet friends.
Sunday morning I took advantage of the last time I’ll have all week to hang out in my pajamas then we went next door to the Heritage Center for a traditional Norwegian lunch. Meatballs, potatoes, vegetables, lefse, and wonderful deserts served in the Heritage Center’s church basement, of course.
I rode my Segway over and back. Well, I only rode it most of the way back. I could see the edge of the asphalt road I needed to cross was a little higher than I should probably try to ride up but I tried anyway. Splat! I kissed the asphalt. Scared everyone around me.
Once a wonderful lady brought me a bag of ice, I was quite content to lay there face down for about ten minutes before changing to a sitting position. Someone called 911 so the emergency vehicle arrived before I was ready to get all the way up. They checked me over and said I didn’t appear to have any broken bones but I had sure messed up my face. It was a one point landing right on the nose.
They insisted on taking me to Mercy Hospital in Mason City, Iowa, which is about 30 miles away. Fortunately, they did that in a security company jeep rather than the ambulance since I’m sure my insurance would not pay for an amulance ride for a smashed face.
We spent several hours in the emergency room since people in worse shape than I was kept coming in. But they did clean me up, take x-rays, give me meds plus prescriptions for more, and teach me how to care for my wounds.
I look like I just came out of a boxing ring. And I wasn’t the winner. I have a black eye, a broken nose, a chipped tooth, another lose tooth, and a fat lip that’s split in two places. Be glad you don’t have to look at me.
And the pain pills act on me like knock-out drops so I’m getting lots of sleep but I’m sure not seeing much of the rally we came here for. Fortunately, the group gathers outside our RV every evening so I am able to join in the socials. I put a bandage over the worst part of my face before I go out so they don’t all have to look at my messy face. I think everyone here is going to remember me.
TTYL,
Linda
Ouch! So sorry about the fall and now you’ll miss the rally you had planned on for so long. At least you are able to join the evening socials. Guess we don’t get to see your picture on your website anytime soon. Sure glad it wasn’t worse. Take care and enjoy Dave’s spoiling for a few more days. Wentzi
Linda,
So sorry to hear about your accident, but you’re right–I’m sure you were a rally celebrity. If it had happened at a V/N rally, they would’ve made you a cute award certificate 😉 Hope the healing goes swiftly.
…and they say motorcycles are dangerous! LOL! Seriously…glad you weren’t hurt any worse!!