|The pain medication has finally kicked in.|
If you follow my husband's blog "Rob and the Animals", you already know what happened on July 21st. This is my side of his story.
About 11:30am my desk phone at work rang. I knew it was Rob because of call display. There was a co-worker in my office talking to a contractor, so I couldn't hear Rob well. He sounded funny, mumbled, but my brain finally caught three words; "roof"', "fell" and "hurt". I told him to hang up and call 911, and have them call me when they knew what hospital they were taking him to.
After I hung up, I was regretting it. Why didn't I call 911 on my cell, and keep him on the phone? After thoughts. It's kind of a blur, I was panicked and trying not to be. I had the front desk call me a cab. In the cab I tried Rob's cell, and he managed to answer. The ambulance attendants had arrived. They weren't sure what hospital yet. We decided I would just head home, and check on the animals, and go to the hospital after.
My next call from the cab, the LONGEST cab ride ever, was to his Mom. No answer, and no voicemail, so I sent her a text to call me as soon as she got the text. About ten minutes later, I'm still in the cab, she called. My first words were "Now don't panic..."
I arrive home, and still don't know what hospital he was at. It was easy to tell something had happened. He had got sick by the back door, and the kitchen floor was covered in dirt. The cats were completely freaked out. Now, I had been worrying about them as well. I didn't know if Rob had them outside in their kittywalk, or if they had made a run for it when the ambulance people opened the front door. I was happy to see they were both in the house, though scared.
I got a text about 5 minutes after arriving home. He was at St Joseph's Health Centre. I called his Mom, and she left to pick me up. While I was waiting for her I cleaned up the kitchen and took care of the cats and the budgies.
We arrived at the hospital about 1pm. His Mom dropped me off at the entrance, and I quickly found him. I remember being surprised at how full the emergency room was. He hadn't been looked at yet.
I learned a long time ago that it's better to remain calm and be polite when in these situations. You know that scene in "Terms of Endearment"? It became my motto and a joke with his Mom for the next 8 hours, don't pull a "Shirley". I made "friends" with the person working at the info desk, and through-out the day he was helpful, letting me know wait times, directions to the cafeteria and even getting me a a pair of ear-plugs for Rob.
It was hard seeing Rob in so much pain, and there was nothing I could do to help him. I just told him to try and rest, and stay still. He was finally seen by a doctor around 2pm, and then sent for X-rays. He was given pain medication. He had to go for x-rays a second time. Seen by the doctor again, and then he had to go for a cat scan. All this happened over a few hours.
At one point, a female, blonde ambulance attendant walked by us, and she asked Rob how he was. He managed a smile for her. Yup, pain meds had kicked in. Her and her partner, who was also female and blonde, had brought Rob in. They were very nice and even let me take a picture of them, which I promised I wouldn't share on social media. Turns out I wasn't the only one worried about the cats, it was his main concern when they arrived to the house to see to him, so they told me. I teased him about having two, female blondes take him on his first ambulance ride. Go figure.
While Rob slept, his Mom and I couldn't help but notice some of the other patients. The lady beside Rob was gagging a lot and being sick, hence me getting him the ear plugs. We were happy when she was discharged. There was also a guy who didn't like to stay in his bed and kept walking around with his backside hanging out. But the most exciting character showed up around 7pm.
He was brought in by ambulance. I could see him from where I was sitting. The whole energy in the room changed for me. I knew immediately this guy was trouble. I kept my eye on him, as did the ambulance attendants. I made eye contact with one of the ambulance attendants a few times. He knew I was watching this guy. The patient was in his late 20's, early 30's. Big muscle guy, it wasn't obvious what was wrong with him, but you could tell he was in pain. He got off the stretcher, and found a chair. Now he's quite close to Rob. I can see him, but Rob's Mom can't, because the curtain was between them, but she knew I was watching someone, and she knew I was worried.
All hell broke loose when a nurse went over to ask him how he was. In seconds he was screaming and throwing chairs. I covered Rob with my body and his Mom ran for cover. Code something was called and there were security guards everywhere. He was taken to another room with guards. Rob did wake up during all this excitement.
When the doctor came back just after 8pm with the good news that there was no lung damage, I let out a breath I wasn't even aware I was holding. Final diagnosis, 2 broken ribs, the 6th and 8th. It could of been so much worse, he was lucky. Rest for a few weeks and pain medication was prescribed. We got home around 9pm, he was finally able to, and wanted to have something to eat.
He's been home for two weeks now, and will be for at least another two, he's needing pain medication less, but there is still lots he can't do. I know from being home with a broken foot for a month, that the boredom can become the biggest ailment.
|He was funny when the meds kicked in.|
|His left arm, not sure how he got these. He broke ribs on his right side.|
|It looked worse after a week!|
|I was very proud of my lawn mowing last Friday.|
|Lots of adventures ahead...........|