Don't Mind the Open Refridgerator

I'm home recuperating today.

In our wonderful journey, we barely got our load and headed to California, when the door of our freshly stocked refrigerator
flew open.

We were going through a little town speed limit 40 mph.

I quickly unbuckled, grabbed the fallen items and slammed the door shut. I sat at the table to repack the veggies into their shoe box.

Next thing I knew, I was in extreme pain laying at DH feet. My face was stinging. I couldn't move the pain so bad in my back.

A little old man pulled out in front of us, then stopped to make another left turn all within seconds. DH stopped, I did not.

DH pulled over, helped me get to the table. I had scrapes across my back. We are still in rural Texas, no ER nothing.

We were about an hour from our friends house. We continued on. I felt so much better by the time we got there.
They looked at the bruise on my back and the cuts and mentioned taking me to the ER.
(another two hours the opposite direction our load is going.)

The friends didn't have an extra bed for me to rest on. I chose to get back on the truck. my own bed is there and the pain was receding by leaps and bounds.

Fast forward to exactly a week later.

The bruise is a faint circle, no pain what so ever (none since the day after it happened.)
We were nearly home, we were parked for the night, the next day we'd unload at eight stores, then go home finally, or not...

We got some groceries, I went to the restroom, looked at my fading bruise, when I turned back from the mirror, my back went into a spasm.

I'm glad to be home and resting nicely.

Truck drivers don't have the leisure time to run to the ER when they need to. Many of them drive when they are sick with the flu, have toothache, headaches. They keep moving the product on down the road so consumers can live the life of leisure they enjoy.