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Tuesday, September 29, 2015

TW3

Episode 2

Once the EMTs had me situated in the family room, they took off. I called Van to tell him what happened, assured him I was fine, and I insisted he come over much later. He was there in a half-hour, with Kasey and his bags. He made sure I was okay and began to berate himself for leaving and for locking the door. I assured him that nothing was his fault. He began to sweep up all the broken glass. The window, which I thought was nine different panes on the door, was actually one big piece with two glass panes and gas between. It was tempered glass so it came out in little pellets. What a mess. It took Van over an hour to sweep. In the meantime, Kurt was at his tailgate party and football game, oblivious of what was happening. Van picked up hoagies for dinner, and I went to bed early. I got up at five so he could be here when I came downstairs.

In the hospital, they continued to treat my husband and kept him on a liquid diet. He was no longer in such excruciating pain, so he just had antibiotics. Kurt took him on as his responsibility. He wasn’t getting discharged, though. I worried to the point of near tears. We could only talk on the phone. My prayers were non-stop.

My daughter [made-up name: Mandy] and her youngest arrived on Monday to stay with me. Her doctor husband kept assuring both of us that things were okay. Mandy got pizza for dinner and we played with the little one. She helped me up the stairs, and I got through another night. Mandy and the little guy stayed for most of the day, and then Van and Kasey came back. The window replacement came and was installed. My neighbor had brought over some BBQ chicken and burgers, so we made that with some salads for dinner. Early bed again, and 5:00 wake-up. I was really exhausted, and I didn’t feel like going downstairs that early, so I told Van I was fine. I went back to bed with my cell phone and landline next to me. By 8:30, I felt rested and started to get out of bed. First, I knocked my cell phone to the floor, then I lost my balance and fell back on the bed. I couldn’t pull myself up. I couldn’t reach either phone. I panicked. I began screaming for help, hoping someone outside would hear me. They didn’t. My phones kept ringing, but I couldn’t answer them. Finally, at 11:15, I heard voices at the back door. Next, two teenage girls came up. They lived down the street, and they were there because: when my son couldn’t get through to me, he remembered that a neighbor had her phone number on Facebook. He called her, she called her daughters who were off from school for Yom Kippur, they found me, and they called 911.  Two and a half hours of utter fear!

Once again, the EMTs had to help me up. They even carried me down the stairs in the lightweight wheelchair. The police officer sat down to have a talk with me.
To be continued…

Peace,

Muff  

11 comments:

  1. Oh my Muff - i think I missed episode one-sounds scary-serious. Sending you calm peaceful thoughts
    Love Gail

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  2. OMG I'm fighting "fires" on my end so I just got to this. So sorry to hear about this. Thank goodness you have such wonderful support. Good luck!

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    1. I've been thinking of, and missing you so much. I hope you extinguish those 'fires!' I'm so blessed for the family and friends in my life!

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  3. You need someone with you 24/7. I wonder is it the stress that is making you so unsteady on your feet? I hope your husband keeps improving:)

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    1. It does seem that way! Yes, stress is the main contributing factor!

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  4. Muff, the suspense is killing us here! I will assume that since you are blogging about it, all is well now...but then you know what they say about assuming. Prayers and healing thoughts for you and your husband.

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    1. I'm dividing what would have been a long post into smaller segments so I don't get worn out.

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  5. Calling the EMTs, not to "take you in" but to pick you up. I gotta remember that this is possible. With any luck, I won't need to, but... it's nice to know there are alternatives to just lying there.

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    1. Whenever we call 911 police AND EMTs come. The first time the police had me standing by the time the others arrived.

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  6. you are doing good muff, one limp at a time!!!!

    remember one who limps, is still walking!!!!

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