The husband goes to the gym in the evening time and I go in the morning. We go at two different times because, well, I do not want him there when I am exercising. And then this happened. It was about 6:45p that he called me, I was taking one of my long baths, he said, “I think I broke my shoulder.” He was at the gym early playing on his one wheel and fell on his left shoulder; off the ER we went. I of course drove. He complained about my driving; go figure. So we finally arrive at the ER, and after two hours they gave him some pain medicine and ice. They told him to follow up with an orthopedist. He asked for an excuse from work for a few days. A week later he had surgery.
The doctors office told Kerry to be at hospital for 2:30 because surgery was scheduled for 4:30. Okay no big deal. I took the day off of work that Friday around 8:30 Kerry got a call from the hospital asking where he was and why he wasn’t there; it was a big mess. Kerry told the hospital that he ate breakfast because it was a late surgery, but didn’t have anything after 6am. So it was a big hoopla.
The first night was probably the longest night. I was worried about his pain. I slept a few hours then woke up. I took off his skin trying to change his bandage. That Sunday we were at Mass and the priest made a joke that I beat up Kerry. I hope kerry is enjoying his time off of work. And I’ll have you know he is still riding that one-wheel thing. I tell him all the time I am not going back to the ER.
Yep, it’s been an adventure. Just a few days off of work, they said. NO, it’s been quite a while.