Lost ....
God don't know where to begin.
Yesterday started out just like any other day. Then at 9.00am I got a call from Mr T. Honey I've cut my finger really bad what should I do. Hospital I yelled. Next thing I'm bundled in the car and rushed to emergency where Mr T had been dropped off about a minute earlier. By the time I got to ER he'd already gone in. I got buzzed through and what a sight. His finger had been split right down to the knuckle and all the flesh was pulp and gnarled bone. He was in so much pain he was white and in agony. It seemed for ever till he got pain relief but must have been about ten minutes. Then he started perking up and giving cheek to the nurses. Phew what a relief. I used that time to go back to the office to grab the car. I needed to have some independence.
I got back in time just as they were about to tell him he was going into surgery. He had to be told that there was a possibility he'd have to have an amputation. It was not a good time. I had a sick kid at home so I had to arrange for him to go to his mothers, rush home get him and an overnight bag for Mr T and drop the kid off , go to the workshop and do the list of things Mr needed done and got back just in time to go with Mr T for surgery. Took the opportunity to go to the cafe and crab a coffee and a quiche - peeled off the pastry - and went back upstairs to theatre to wait. As luck would have it the theatre nurse came out - whose three kids had received scholarships - saw me and took me into recovery just as he was about to be taken back up to the ward, otherwise I would have still been sitting outside waiting. I would have been seriously pissed off if I'd have been left waiting.
So the outcome is that he still has his finger. For now. We just have to wait and see how the healing goes. There was enough bone left for then to insert a pin and it's all bandaged up, now we wait to see if he gets feeling back and no infection otherwise its back to surgery for amputation.
Yesterday I was fine and handled everything. Keeping everyone updated, being at the hospital and running around after Mr T. When I got in about 9 last night it was really strange. me home alone. Mr T and I have only been apart three nights the whole time we've been together. Funnily enough I've always been at blog get togethers. The last one was at Chris H's place in Palmy so that must have been about six years ago. So last night I slowly melted down. It was a terrible night.
I woke up this morning hoping to get him from the hospital but no. He phoned me after 8, the doctors had been and they were keeping him in for at least another 24 hours. I went down to the workshop and did his orders and sorted everything out. Went to work to finalise my payment schedule and arrange for another couple of days off work. My downfall came at work when all the girls came to hug me. I broke down. Mr T chose then to phone me and knew something was up. Now he's worried about me.
I've spent the day up at the hospital reassuring him I'm okay. We went for a walk and sat in the sun and had a coffee. It was nearly normal.
I'm just heading back - taking Josh to see his Dad. I'm totally exhausted both physically and mentally. I'm going to have a wine tonight and head to bed and hopefully sleep. Tomorrow I want my Mr T home cause I miss him so much.
Might post again later tonight when I get home. Just feeling incredibly lonely and lost.
Yesterday started out just like any other day. Then at 9.00am I got a call from Mr T. Honey I've cut my finger really bad what should I do. Hospital I yelled. Next thing I'm bundled in the car and rushed to emergency where Mr T had been dropped off about a minute earlier. By the time I got to ER he'd already gone in. I got buzzed through and what a sight. His finger had been split right down to the knuckle and all the flesh was pulp and gnarled bone. He was in so much pain he was white and in agony. It seemed for ever till he got pain relief but must have been about ten minutes. Then he started perking up and giving cheek to the nurses. Phew what a relief. I used that time to go back to the office to grab the car. I needed to have some independence.
I got back in time just as they were about to tell him he was going into surgery. He had to be told that there was a possibility he'd have to have an amputation. It was not a good time. I had a sick kid at home so I had to arrange for him to go to his mothers, rush home get him and an overnight bag for Mr T and drop the kid off , go to the workshop and do the list of things Mr needed done and got back just in time to go with Mr T for surgery. Took the opportunity to go to the cafe and crab a coffee and a quiche - peeled off the pastry - and went back upstairs to theatre to wait. As luck would have it the theatre nurse came out - whose three kids had received scholarships - saw me and took me into recovery just as he was about to be taken back up to the ward, otherwise I would have still been sitting outside waiting. I would have been seriously pissed off if I'd have been left waiting.
So the outcome is that he still has his finger. For now. We just have to wait and see how the healing goes. There was enough bone left for then to insert a pin and it's all bandaged up, now we wait to see if he gets feeling back and no infection otherwise its back to surgery for amputation.
Yesterday I was fine and handled everything. Keeping everyone updated, being at the hospital and running around after Mr T. When I got in about 9 last night it was really strange. me home alone. Mr T and I have only been apart three nights the whole time we've been together. Funnily enough I've always been at blog get togethers. The last one was at Chris H's place in Palmy so that must have been about six years ago. So last night I slowly melted down. It was a terrible night.
I woke up this morning hoping to get him from the hospital but no. He phoned me after 8, the doctors had been and they were keeping him in for at least another 24 hours. I went down to the workshop and did his orders and sorted everything out. Went to work to finalise my payment schedule and arrange for another couple of days off work. My downfall came at work when all the girls came to hug me. I broke down. Mr T chose then to phone me and knew something was up. Now he's worried about me.
I've spent the day up at the hospital reassuring him I'm okay. We went for a walk and sat in the sun and had a coffee. It was nearly normal.
I'm just heading back - taking Josh to see his Dad. I'm totally exhausted both physically and mentally. I'm going to have a wine tonight and head to bed and hopefully sleep. Tomorrow I want my Mr T home cause I miss him so much.
Might post again later tonight when I get home. Just feeling incredibly lonely and lost.
Anything I can do for you, sending positive vibes that his finger heals well.
ReplyDeleteYou poor thing... and poor Mr T!! Now just settle down you, look on the bright side - he will be back and he is not away because he wants to be!! S goes away for about 8 days soon, does it every year when he needs to go to a trade thingy at Las Vegas.
ReplyDeleteI tend to make the most of that time and do "me" things :)
I hope the finger gets better and no amputation is needed.
Lee-anne, so sorry to hear Mr
ReplyDeleteT has had such a serious accident and I know you will be missing him terribly. I really hope he has a quick recovery and is back with you (where he belongs) asap.
** Hugs **