I'll be taking a break from the blog for awhile. Since today is a "wait and see" day, I thought I'd tell a bit of the tale. I blogged recently about my husband's bike trip here.
My husband, Bruce, had been planning a camping/mountain biking trip, only to have a horrific accident on the first day. His ordeal began Friday when he went over the handle bars on his bike, landing on a downed tree that put a 1/2 to 3/4" stick through his eye. Without getting gruesome, I'll explain that I think it went down from the top and into the sinus, breaking the plate bone behind the cheekbone.
Being far from an accessible road, he then had to climb down the mountain, sliding on his rear end for quickness, all the while bleeding a lot. It took him two hours to get down. He was picked up by a life flight helicopter and taken to a hospital. It wasn't the closest hospital either. I suppose they took him somewhere specific because of the head injury.
He sat in their ER for hours before he was able to call me. Here I am, over a 4 hour drive away, with no car. (Well, I have a junker I only take to town is all.) I hear Life Flight, stick in my eye, get here, they're going to do surgery to remove it. I don't know how to describe that really. I've had major surgery myself, one sudden and unexpected. But this, this was unbelievable.
I'm so grateful for my Mom. She started around 6:30 or 7:00 and drove to my house which is 1 1/2 hours. Then we took the kids and dog to her house and we eventually arrived at the hospital about 3:30 am. I was driving almost 75 mph which is so not me LOL. He had just come out of surgery and was talking to me, but exhausted. I didn't get to talk to a doctor, but they thought the eye was ok and he'd have to wait and see.
Mom and I slept about 2 1/2 hours the next morning before we headed out with our map to try to find the campsite and my car. Thanks to Google for making this trip a lot easier (everything from maps to phone numbers, hotel, pharmacies and more). It took us about an hour and 45 minutes, but we found the campsite. The other guys on the trip were all there. Apparently they didn't know where they had taken him or anything. They helped pack up his stuff between my car and Mom's truck. I was thanking them profusely for getting him help...and for getting his bike back to camp and all that, but I'm fighting back the urge to say "WHY DIDN'T ANYONE CALL ME?" They had an emergency contact paper, but apparently that system doesn't work guys.
I found my way back to the hospital finally. It is a huge hospital...Geisinger Medical Center in Danville, PA. This is all near State College, Penn State, Bloomsburg area. Lots of walking since the parking is very far away and there are many connected buildings to find your way around. I must have walked miles.
I no sooner walked into the room and he said that the doctors had just been in. He has a broken bone behind his cheekbone (I forget what the plate is called) and that he has to have surgery to have that repaired and to have the lower lid stitched, after the swelling comes down. His options were to wait until Tuesday and have it done there, or head home and contact someone at the Cleveland Clinic.
He opted for going home. We picked up his prescriptions there and I got him a peach gelato with vanilla custard (and one for me too, of course). I was a bit concerned about how tired I was. All that driving and little sleep. Normally, I don't think I could have done it. But he needed me to do this and, other than shooting pains in my hip and the cruise not working, I muddled through. It was bad timing that his pain meds wore off just as we hit the bumpy roads here in Ohio. He was pretty miserable, but we made it.
He is resting, uncomfortably, until we can get a referral. Then we'll see what tomorrow brings. I left on this long trip, not knowing what to expect, but hoping for the best. I am surprised to be back home with him the next day. I'm trying to stay calm and still hope for the best, but it's difficult not to worry about whether his vision will come back or not, which determines whether he can keep his job or not. We weren't prepared for this. I've been lucky to be able to stay home with the kids, and now to have my Etsy shop, but this isn't going to be easy. We had just received papers from AFLAC in the mail and giggling that it pays $35 for a dislocated finger and now he's trying to joke about "anything's better than a sharp stick in the eye!"
I'll be back when things get back to normal around here. Thanks for stopping by. See you soon I hope.