Thursday, December 27, 2007
The lighthearted part of our holiday celebrations ended with a bang Wednesday morning when I got a call at work from Mr. Kathie saying he had fallen and suspected he might have broken his ankle. I arrived home to find two squad cars and two ambulances in my driveway and my poor DH flat on his back on the ice. And so we launched into a day of ambulances, emergency rooms, doctors, nurses, X-rays, IVs, gurneys, and the rest.
He had indeed broken his ankle--or more precisely, three bones in the leg just above his ankle. He had surgery last night to put everything back together again. He'll be in a cast for at least six weeks. And no doubt we'll have a major restructuring of life around here for the time being, as we move into caregiver and caregivee roles.
So glad he had his phone with him when he fell. Otherwise he might very well have lain on his back outside until 5 p.m., when I would have come home. No one would have seen him. Or heard him.