Linda’s operation was for last night, but then they delayed it at the last minute. She will have it today sometime and then I hope she will be able to come home soon. I still can’t get over two ambulance buses not having a single splint between them for a break that is one of the most common.
She was on her haunches and fell back and sideways, twisting her leg and breaking it and one small bone in her ankle. I had been getting stuff for Linda in ER, and was trying to convince J., who Linda called to watch me to take it to her at 6:00 am or so. But between the dizzy and a seizure, I wasn't able to move from the floor. J. said they would go once 'you are okay.'
"'s, 'kay" I slurred giving them a thumbs up.
"Yup....I'm enjoying the carpet." I dragged the back of my hand over it, "mmmmmmm...."
My explaining of how we don't appreciate our carpet foot by foot enough, along with the molding, was interupted by my passing out. This did not convince J. of my good health, while attempts to explain how I was feeling it against my cheek with my nerve dead tongue were met with amused laughter. The fatigue and stress must have helped induce the seizure cycle which had her call the ambulance after two clonic/tonics and a mixed seizure. To me, this was only delaying the important things: getting water, her solitare game, earplugs and more to Linda. As I tried to convince her that this was a daily occurance, J. said she was glad that I had the poster up from the Society saying that if I have more than two or stop breathing for extended periods to call.
"Where's that poster?" I was looking around, to pull it down, but that made me dizzy and I fell flat on my face again.
Once I convinced the second crew of medics who followed up after the EMT's that all was as good as it was going to get, I was in the wheelchair, and Linda got her book, her water and phone, when she wakes between morphine naps.
Right now, I have a fever and am sort of hanging on, trying to get enough sleep to get better and not much use to anyone, even myself. Thankfully Cheryl is staying an extra night or I would not know how to get Linda home from the Hospital. Cheryl was able to change my patches, though we are constantly asking ‘Where is this?’ or ‘Where is that?’ and the answers is ‘only Linda knows.’
Everything seems so trivial before, but with life getting even harder, with both of us in pain the next month and a half, I don’t know how it is going to work. Linda won’t be able to even support my head, for when I get dizzy, and I won’t be able to support her – and she will need to lie on her back so that her leg is elevated….except that isn’t her usual style. Best to just take each day, each 10 minutes as they come. There is a scooter rental, and I would have had the funds, but used them to help Linda and to get some stuff at Sakura-con.
I’ll need to find her Teva sandals for her walking about. Times like these when friends and family matter the most. Getting or returning books for Linda to read or films to watch from the Library will be difficult, but just one of what I expect will be a long list of things we will find difficult to almost impossible. We are hoping Rehab is paid for by the hospital, else we can’t afford it and Linda needs it, as this is the same break which stopped her mom from hiking or walking far ever again.
Once I know when the operation will occur and when she will come home, I will let you know.
3 hours ago