He was summoned home early because of the storm and had Thursday available to replace the metal roof before Hurricane Matthew arrived. We had a day of preparation around the house to do before the up coming storm.
Well..........Dear Hubby was getting off the roof and while on the top rung of the ladder, the bottom slipped out and he fell about 10' from the roof onto our pool deck. Having him yell for me was one of the worse sinking feelings in my stomach I have ever had. Finding him laying on the deck in severe pain was the WORSE feeling I've ever had.
I do not do well under stress!
After a moment of panic, nausea and sheer terror, I begged him to let me call 911 because I couldn't help him up. His hip and leg were in terrible pain. I was sure I was going to be sick. I knew I had to hold it together. It's funny how you remember odd things during a crisis. I have never in my 42 years had to call 911.
I did it and the ambulance, fire truck, two deputies and two neighbors showed up within 5 minutes. The EMT's cut my very modest husbands' clothing from him, assessed his injuries, had him in a Aspen collar, on a board and off to the local (1 hour away) trauma hospital. The EMT's decided the Trauma hospital since it was a fall and they initially thought that he may have a broken hip and multiple leg fractures.
I must say there is nothing like a hospital that specializes in Trauma injuries. Dear Hubby remembers that upon arrival at the emergency that there were over ten staff members waiting for him. As soon as the gurney wheels hit the ground they were working on him. He said that he was attended to by so many people and so quickly.
By the time I drove the hour through evacuation interstate traffic Dear Hubby was coming out of his Cat-scan. I was driven by the Valet to an entrance, told whom to ask for and quickly directed to my husband's bedside.
|Knee Immobilizer/Leg Cast|
The staff was so caring. Not only concerned with my husband's needs but mine also. They allowed me to stay overnight the whole three days. Making accommodations for me and making sure that I ate and got fresh air during my stay.
After several consults with an orthopedic surgeon and a staff of doctors and trauma nurses, Dear Hubby has a broken fibula (small bone in lower leg), possible torn tendons, a severe ankle/foot sprain and many abrasions and bruises.
I am so thankful for the wonderful care at the hospital and that Dear Hubby is now home with a an knee immobilizer leg cast and a bottle of pain meds. Which he refuses to take. He's managing his pain with Ibuprofen and rest. We are scheduled to call the Orthopedic Doctor this morning for an appointment which will let us know the extent of damage to his leg and ankle.
I hope that he will make a speedy recovery and that things will get back to normal soon. It's been so long, I don't even know what normal is anymore.
I miss sewing, I miss blogging, I miss normal!
PS The good news is that the storm was just enough off shore that we received only 1" of rain and minimal wind damage. We need all the luck we can get!
Until next time...............