My recovery is officially over. I have switched from patient to caregiver. My wife broke her wrist playing tennis today.
Fortunately I had been cleared to drive. So I got a ride to my wife's car with the spare key and drove to the urgent care to pick her up. Not so fast, compound fracture, get to the ER stat! Driving isn't that much fun when every bump hurts everyone in the car. No way am I power stopping for that stale yellow. If I get pulled over, maybe we can get an escort to the hospital.
I ditch the cane so I have both hands free to help her. We hobble in to the ER. The attendant looks at us and asks who needs to be seen. Great…
This isn't a story about broken wrists so I'll be brief. She got surgery and is doing fine. I should be able to spring her from the hospital tomorrow.
For me, what a horrible day. Too many too fresh difficult memories brought back. I don't think I relaxed at all. At least I didn't pass out.
Leaving, I notice a sign that says handicapped people get their parking comped. I ask the nurses, they look at my suffering gait and clear me through security. At least something went in my favor. The parking was $4. Her bill, our share will be several zeroes bigger. Getting fixed is expensive. So much for the new snow ski budget – but we will be getting a late start this season.
Home alone. Crappy salad, crackers and dip and tea. I'll clean up tomorrow. But I've got to wash my compression socks. Good thing I've been getting them on by myself.
And so much for a manageable “to do” list.
Eric
Fortunately I had been cleared to drive. So I got a ride to my wife's car with the spare key and drove to the urgent care to pick her up. Not so fast, compound fracture, get to the ER stat! Driving isn't that much fun when every bump hurts everyone in the car. No way am I power stopping for that stale yellow. If I get pulled over, maybe we can get an escort to the hospital.
I ditch the cane so I have both hands free to help her. We hobble in to the ER. The attendant looks at us and asks who needs to be seen. Great…
This isn't a story about broken wrists so I'll be brief. She got surgery and is doing fine. I should be able to spring her from the hospital tomorrow.
For me, what a horrible day. Too many too fresh difficult memories brought back. I don't think I relaxed at all. At least I didn't pass out.
Leaving, I notice a sign that says handicapped people get their parking comped. I ask the nurses, they look at my suffering gait and clear me through security. At least something went in my favor. The parking was $4. Her bill, our share will be several zeroes bigger. Getting fixed is expensive. So much for the new snow ski budget – but we will be getting a late start this season.
Home alone. Crappy salad, crackers and dip and tea. I'll clean up tomorrow. But I've got to wash my compression socks. Good thing I've been getting them on by myself.
And so much for a manageable “to do” list.
Eric