long ass day

there's no other way to describe 10/30/2008. at 130ish am I felt JC get out of bed and figured he was on his way to the toilet. next thing i heard was a whimper and a loud exclamation of pain. i jumped up and found him on the floor writhing in pain. i tend to be hyperbolic but in this case i am not at all. long story short, we were in the sw washington medical center's ER for four hours. turns out he broke his fibula in the fall. all i knew was that his ankle was the size of a grapefruit and i've never seen him so close to tears.

he's got a splint on and cannot put any weight on his leg at all. he's got vicodin and ibuprofen which i was told to push every few hours. he's stationed on the couch and luckily we inherited a tri-level cart that i've placed all his necessities on.

so i was exhausted by running around getting medication, medical supplies and food. then cooking it and cleaning up. i finally crashed around 330 for a few hours. i got up at 6 and made a caffeine run for JC and an ice run aka 'let's make life a little easier for me' run. heh. i'm worried about going to work tomorrow but i've cooked some food and got a cooler that will keep some drinks and snacks cool unti i can get home. i know they'll let me leave early so i'm too concerned. one of his friends volunteered to come over and visit with him but right now he's doing a stubborn man thing. granted, i don't think i'd want any of my friends seeing my urinal - we'll see if i can get him to bend.

he's been a good patient. i can't imagine the pain he's in at times and he's been really good at not yelling. i definitely appreciate it.

it should be a fascinating next few days. he should be getting an orthopedic appointment on monday so that he can get  a proper cast and crutches. that'll free me up and give him that independence i can tell he desperately wants back. i'm worried about how this even happened. there was nothing in his way or anything...he just collapsed. his frequent dizzy spells are why he'd just been to the doctor the day before. my mom gave me some medical jargon to use when we see the ortho and call his PCP.

oh relationships. they come with everything.