It was so early on that Halloween Sunday Morning the birds weren’t even singing yet.

The Sun hadn’t even peeked over the horizon. Now that is what I am talking is early.

 Scurrying to the bathroom, in such a hurry, that I didn’t even turn on the light.

I hate being sick like that.

I turned the corner and tripped over my right foot. I went falling forward faster, without my feet’s corporation mind you.

The bottom of my chin, jaw, and my bottom lip catching on the bathroom vanity. 

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 I should call everyone and say, “Hey Ya All,” “Over Here!”  don’t think they are listening.

I could probably market this Idea, because you know some women paid a fortune to have a bottom lip like mine. I even got it on the, one trip, one visit, all is needed plan.

No really it isn’t that bad, my lips could use the help anyway.

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From a standing up position my body hits the floor.

I tried to yell but gagged on my blood.

I tried to move at least my arms.

I was praying.

I could feel nothing but pain.

Lying there helpless on my bathroom floor.

Let’s not forget the part of being alone.

I tried to kick my feet as hard as I could.

I will say that it wasn't easy to do by any means while lying on your stomach.

Hoping the neighbors would hear.

I couldn’t make enough noise with my feet.

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One of my worst nightmares just came true that night.

I tripped, fell hard, and hit my head on the bathroom vanity top.

Knocking myself out….cold!  

Lost too much blood.

And no one would hear me or find me.

For who knows how long.

That felt like a really cold, dark, and lonely, place to go.

Don’t think I want to go there. Not even for a visit.

It is moments like these that are always worth remembering.

Even if only for just a smile, or a laugh.

Looking back long enough to be reminded of the lesson that was learned.

Appreciate the loved ones that you have around you, and not to take them for granted.

Another lesson would be that, an empty stomach, 15 beers, and one 2.mg of xanax (I told the doctor at the ER that I took 2 not just one), doesn’t make a great combination.

That was my last call for the evening.

It was the last thing I remembered from that night.

Lights out.

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My oldest came by early so my grandson could trick or treat me. Then the all of us would drive to my dad’s house. She couldn’t get an answer, but she kept on knocking.

I went to answer the door, there stood my oldest daughter. She ran down stairs to tell her husband, “We have a huge problem here.”

I was told by my friend that she couldn’t get a hold of me and was very worried because she couldn’t find me that she even called him to see if I was down there.

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Since that night I have been having this one dream over and over again.

 I am standing there watching all of this go on, right before my eyes. There is nothing I can do or say to help anyone, not even myself.

Then the dream comes to a sudden halt, jerking my whole body to a sit up position in bed, heart is about to jump out of my chest. Sweating, choking, and gasping for air.

Then the dream stops there, same place where ‘real life’ memory stopped. Me lying on the bathroom floor in the middle of a puddle of my own blood.

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Guess what?

Well I am still here. Least last time I checked I was anyway. 

Worst thing about that night was the fact that, my Bubbie’s mommy and daddy, missed out on him trick or treating. I didn’t get to see either one of my grandsons trick or treating.

The lip didn’t need stitches, just needed to be watched.

I think I will tell everyone that asks about it that it was caused from bad plastic surgery.

Blood pressure 149/106, pulse 109.

Lost a lot of blood.

I have a concussion.  Hey!  Those aren’t new. Who hasn’t had a few, okay at least one?

They also found a spot on my brain, that wasn’t from this injury.

They told my oldest daughter that the spot could be from, an earlier injury a while back, from a small stroke, ……………… well we know what the other ones are.

I go back in a month to have another MRI to see if there are any changes in the spot.

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The Wednesday night before Halloween, I was stepping out of the bath tub. Being wrapped into a fluffy terrycloth bath towel that a very dear friend was holding up for me. 

'He told me that, as I was stepping out of the bath into the towel that night. I had told him, “Since my leg went numb, in April 2010, that one of my biggest fears. Is to be stepping out of the bath,  tripping over my own foot, and ending up with my face hitting that vanity top. No one would hear me or find me."'

Less than four days later it really happened, only thing different is that I was not getting out of the tub.

OKAY! God!! I am listening now.... 

There is my scary Halloween Night..

What was your Halloween Night Like.?

Note: I haven't had or wanted a cigarette or a drink since that day. 

Don't care to have one either..