First, the CRASH:
When my husband’s old Prius attacked a new heavy duty urban assault vehicle, the other driver walked away. The crash, though, sent both cars to the auto graveyard and Frank, my husband, on what would become an almost-100 day saga of hospitals, ERs, ambulances and rehab.
100-Day Hospital Saga:
Ambulance to ER trauma unit at Atlanta Medical Center with pneumothorax, four broken ribs, broken leg and more; lively place with ambulances, helicopters, police vehicles, armed guards in halls, all this before Halloween added a slew of costumed characters. 5 days in ICU. Man in next cubicle was under armed guard at all times. 5 more days on hall before discharge.
36 hours at Lenbrook rehab before 911 call and ambulance ride to Piedmont Hospital ER with internal bleeding. In ER two days. Admitted and patient there a week. Developed what doctor described as “extensive blood clots.”
Discharged back to Lenbrook and in rehab there for two months.
Good news is he was discharged and came home mid-January. Waling with a walker and occasionally using a wheelchair. Is determined not to be dependent on either forever.
I diasppeared, missing in action, also. No posts. No news. Or none to post. Completely absorbed with Frank’s care and recovery.
So glad today to report we both are back, although he may be on a faster path of recovery than I am. I haven’t written anything since this began on October 27. Forced myself to note some characters at the hospitals—the preacher in purple head to toe including shoes and a felt hat; the family who dyed their hair from the same henna bottle; the man who spun down the hall when he wasn’t stalking visitors. But nothing has come in the way of writing all this into a story. I’m dry.
Eager to get back and hoping posts here will bring me around.