An end to accidents

After I arrived at the hospital and heard the true extent of his injuries, I was more than shocked. Apparently The Boy and Best Bud had created a little system for telling me information over the phone. They would only tell me a small bit of news at a time all while playing down even that small bit. The truth was that they new immediately that the one ankle was super mangled. It had dislocated upon impact and was facing the complete opposite direction when the ambulance arrived!! Things like that make me glad I wasn't there when it happened....although I'm convinced if I was there NOBODY WOULD BE CLIMBING LADDERS to the roof!!! Anyway, when he first slipped on the ladder, The Boy tried to grab the gutter to catch himself and instead sliced his finger open. Then he landed and crushed the weight bearing joint in the ankle that he didn't dislocate. All in all, he was lucky to be alive, but in pretty bad shape.

The doctors came in shortly after my arrival and explained the surgery and what was to come after. The Boy was going to spend the next 2-3 months in a wheelchair while his legs healed. We were both completely floored. I don't think he had fully grasped the extent of his injuries until that point. And then it got even worse.....there was no way he would be able to come home. We lived up, at least, 20 stairs and the wheelchair would never fit through some of the doorways....mainly the bathroom. So as we let all of these realization sink in, I got comfortable on a chair that would be my bed for the next week.

The Boy had his surgery a few days later. They had to wait for some swelling to go down. All the while, I played messenger to the family. I even made it to Old Navy to get some clean clothes!!! You didn't think I was going to be wearing the same pair of underwear for 7 days straight did you?? I was able to get The Boy some clothes too. He only had business attire packed and we had to make sure he had some sweatpants that would fit over his casts. Thank god for Best Bud. He spent a few days with me and kept The Boy company while I made travel arrangements and cleaned out the hotel room The Boy was staying at for work.

It was such a shitty week for me, I cannot even imagine how my poor guy felt. He was in so much pain AND had to share a room with a whiny pansy ass (story to come.) In the end, I was able to arrange for a special taxi that takes wheelchair bound patients to pickus up from the hospital and take us to the airport where I wheeled my boy to our plane. I secured us our own row so that he would be able to keep his legs elevated, if not, the pressure on the plane and the swelling could pop his stitches! Once we arrived in NY, The Boy's mother and brother were there waiting. They had arranged to take him up to Albany and his brother's apartment, where he would be able to get around in his wheelchair. My heart was broken. After spendign this crazy week by his side, taken care of him, grilling doctors for answers to an unending amount of questions, I was going to have to put him in someone else's hands. Well at least until I could drive the 2 plus hours to visit.