DH and I decided on such a gorgeous day we would head to the little village district close to our house and take a walk. We stopped at the senior center and looked in at the art gallery. It was a great display, a single artist that leaned heavily towards political lampooning. It kept us guessing if he was a "righty" or a "lefty" (and I am not talking about his dominant painting hand) since everyone appeared to be fair game...from the Tea Party to the Occupiers from POTUS to NOTUS (Not of these United States). Pretty fun actually.
We sauntered into the senior center to have a looksee and some were eating, some were doing wood carving of some surprisingly detailed Polynesian-type masks, others were on the computer, one elderly lady was letting the world, nay the entire UNIVERSE know of her political views of no one in particular. We decided to go to a lovely little cafe and have lunch, then to the farmer's fruit stand (I am so going to miss local fruits/veggies at the end of the season) and then home. I don't think we had been home for more than half an hour or so when the phone rang.
It was our neighbor M_______ saying her husband had fallen and she needed help. I was downstairs when the call came, I headed upstairs to DH, said "We need to go NOW, J_______ has fallen." We found him on the far side of the house laying on very uncomfortable pea gravel, bloodied from conking his head on heavy metal edging. DH had some gloves handy and we tried to make him comfy. After ascertaining his injuries (he has other health issues that compounded the immediate injury) we had his wife call the ambulance...this is getting to be a habit. They arrived quickly (the first responders in a fire engine) then an ambulance shortly after. Upon their assessment, it was decided to transport him; We were glad we decided not to move him and let the pros take over.
However, it was a test of what I was just saying yesterday. If you can't do something, find someone who can. I am also thinking I would like to take a refresher First Aid course. Both DH and I can do basic First Aid (although he is more proficient, in that he is pretty calm, I am a wee bit more, shall we say Type AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?) However, I do think we complement one another...I am the detail person: Must move car to give them room when they get there, must flag down paramedics, must get towel to cradle his head, must get blankie over him to keep sun off (which was beating down on us) and DH is awesome at the outset: Assessing, comforting, confident, not panicking. I do love him so. Let me tell you, if you have fallen, and can't get up, you so want to call him. Me? I'll cook you a meal when you come home.
I am so ready to have a day without drama...
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