Stumble It!
Three weeks ago Adrian had an accident with his bicycle and fell onto it, cutting his head, hurting his body, and knocking his glasses off. He managed to walk his bike home, but when I saw him, he and the bike were covered in blood.
I'm not very good in emergencies, and panicked when we could not get the bleeding over his eye to stop. I called a neighbor for help getting to the emergency room, and she told me to call 911, which I did. The EMTs arrived quickly and said I had done the right thing. They couldn't get the bleeding to stop either.
The emergency room was very busy, and as soon as they got OK results from a cat scan of Adrian's head, they released him. He was dizzy and nauseous, and soon fell again in the bathroom. Two days later he fell again.
He must have torn a ligament in his elbow and either cracked a rib or done something else which caused pain behind his shoulder blade. For three weeks now he's been on pain pills to get through the evening and night. I have to get up periodically to get him a pill or help him get in and out of bed. He can't wear pullover shirts any more.
The level of care Adrian required since the accident has increased greatly, and that combined with sleep deprivation has made me cranky at times. It is both easier and harder to do the extra caregiving. Easier because I can see he's in pain and the physical things he needs me to do are obvious. Harder because the extra work and lack of sleep have taken me out of my usual routine.
Adrian is supposed to visit a son in California soon, and I just hope he makes it. I can use the rest.
