Ouch That Hurt

Time, night, and sleep, I could not tell, For down on the bathroom tiles, I fell I hit my head but not so bad, My hand, my muse screeched “are you mad, What have you done”, confused, in pain I looked, down at our hand, a monster Glared at me, broken, swollen, angry and red, “Wake up first don’t sleepwalk from bed,” Hubby rushed for he heard me scream, Called our son for this needed two, a family team Dressed and wrapped me up, my hand, cried, “Careful ouch" my muse sadly said, "Its three degrees outside, a cold winter night” I was in shock do not remember all, I got a fright, Carefully I was bundled in the car and taken To our nearest Emergency Department. X -Ray’s on the double, diagnosis broken wrist. My muse was still muttering, did you say something, Asked the doc about pain, There will be an injection soon, No, I hastily replied, I merely said it looks like rain. I had an injection on my bum, The following morning an injection to succumb, To the anesthetic at 7.30 am. The photo hubby took of me shows I have no pain, In my snazzy theater gown, which are always so plain. 10 days later stitches out, my baby elephant tattoo, I noticed surprisingly was joined up like a puzzle by, The greatest Orthopedic Surgeon I have ever, known, heard of, or seen. I am typing with my broken wrist, have a guard I wear. Oh I’m “sorry, so sorry” said a little voice, “I’m your, Muse we're one, I know, You have the same pain as I, Do you believe me as I look into your eye” We both got a shock, Walk mindfully is my motto, Hey, I ditto, You on that, I’ll warn you and you warn me, And together from danger we’ll Always be free.