My, my, my. Just when you think you have life under control, you get thrown a splat ball.
While I was out shopping last Saturday, Mike was on the ladder power washing the house. He fell off the ladder, caught himself on his left wrist, and the wrist shattered. He got to the basement door and yelled for the kids to call 911, which they did. By the time I got home the paramedics had taken him away and the kids were inside making Daddy Get-Well cards. I went to see him at the ER. He wasn't looking well, but he was alive. I brought him a drink, gave him a kiss and left for the church Christmas party where Peter was the MC, Elizabeth was playing the violin, and I was bringing a ham and conducting the youth ensemble. We couldn't very well not show up. Afterwards I went back to get him and had a chance to talk to the ER doctor. He said the bone was shattered and would need surgery.
On Wednesday I dropped Mike off at the OR, took Elizabeth and Peter to violin lessons, and went back to pick Mike up after surgery. The doctor put a metal plate in Mike's wrist with screws and pins to hold the bone fragments in place so they can heal. He said it was the worst case he's ever seen. Usually they put on a splint for two weeks, then send you to PT. Mike will need a cast for an extra 6 weeks.
Recovery has been painfully miserable. Mike went back in today to ask if the swelling and horrible pain are normal, and was told they are. But the doctor put a cast on today (in place of the splint) and Mike's more comfortable now. In about 10 days they'll take the cast off, take the stitches out, and put a new cast on. Ugh.
Yesterday Rachel was coming home, and we made plans for Elizabeth to pick Rachel up on her way home from work. But... there was a snow storm in Denver, so the SLC airport was a mess, and Rachel was unable to get onto her flight. She'll be coming home on Saturday instead. Our good friends from Korea (Hello Charlene!!) picked her up from the airport and let her spend the night at their house. I thank Heaven for good people. =)
Now, just in case I was feeling like my Christmas wasn't going the way I'd wanted it to go... I had a reality check.
Last night I was heading to the post office and was amazed at the traffic. Even for this area, even for holidays, this was something else. When I came over a hill I saw flashing blue and red lights and realized why we were going nowhere. As I inched forward I saw that the road was closed and cars were being diverted into small neighborhood streets. Then I heard a helicopter and realized someone's Christmas was going to be VERY different than they'd planned, and I had nothing to complain about at all. The helicopter landed in the street, someone was put on, and it left, chopping the air a few feet over my head. I cried and prayed for the person being taken away, their family and friends and everyone else involved in the accident. I hope they will be alright.
How very blessed I am to have my family, to be together for Christmas, even a couple of days later than planned and with one broken wrist, and to live in a country where I can celebrate as I feel is right. Is anyone more blessed than that? I think it is not possible.
While I was out shopping last Saturday, Mike was on the ladder power washing the house. He fell off the ladder, caught himself on his left wrist, and the wrist shattered. He got to the basement door and yelled for the kids to call 911, which they did. By the time I got home the paramedics had taken him away and the kids were inside making Daddy Get-Well cards. I went to see him at the ER. He wasn't looking well, but he was alive. I brought him a drink, gave him a kiss and left for the church Christmas party where Peter was the MC, Elizabeth was playing the violin, and I was bringing a ham and conducting the youth ensemble. We couldn't very well not show up. Afterwards I went back to get him and had a chance to talk to the ER doctor. He said the bone was shattered and would need surgery.
On Wednesday I dropped Mike off at the OR, took Elizabeth and Peter to violin lessons, and went back to pick Mike up after surgery. The doctor put a metal plate in Mike's wrist with screws and pins to hold the bone fragments in place so they can heal. He said it was the worst case he's ever seen. Usually they put on a splint for two weeks, then send you to PT. Mike will need a cast for an extra 6 weeks.
Recovery has been painfully miserable. Mike went back in today to ask if the swelling and horrible pain are normal, and was told they are. But the doctor put a cast on today (in place of the splint) and Mike's more comfortable now. In about 10 days they'll take the cast off, take the stitches out, and put a new cast on. Ugh.
Yesterday Rachel was coming home, and we made plans for Elizabeth to pick Rachel up on her way home from work. But... there was a snow storm in Denver, so the SLC airport was a mess, and Rachel was unable to get onto her flight. She'll be coming home on Saturday instead. Our good friends from Korea (Hello Charlene!!) picked her up from the airport and let her spend the night at their house. I thank Heaven for good people. =)
Now, just in case I was feeling like my Christmas wasn't going the way I'd wanted it to go... I had a reality check.
Last night I was heading to the post office and was amazed at the traffic. Even for this area, even for holidays, this was something else. When I came over a hill I saw flashing blue and red lights and realized why we were going nowhere. As I inched forward I saw that the road was closed and cars were being diverted into small neighborhood streets. Then I heard a helicopter and realized someone's Christmas was going to be VERY different than they'd planned, and I had nothing to complain about at all. The helicopter landed in the street, someone was put on, and it left, chopping the air a few feet over my head. I cried and prayed for the person being taken away, their family and friends and everyone else involved in the accident. I hope they will be alright.
How very blessed I am to have my family, to be together for Christmas, even a couple of days later than planned and with one broken wrist, and to live in a country where I can celebrate as I feel is right. Is anyone more blessed than that? I think it is not possible.
posted by Rebecca =) | 5:25 PM
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