NanaKP- Журнал, 24 авг 17

Keep strong, he needs you to get through this. 

That's tough, but hopefully today is the first day back to better! 

Not quite the first day back to better, but maybe more of the lesson. We were going to Ernie nephrologist, I took him to the car in his wheelchair, he decided he wanted to get out of the wheelchair and wait by the post for me to back out so that it would be easier for him to get into the car. I suggested he wait in the wheelchair for me to back out. Stubborn men don't take that kind of suggestion easily. He decided that I should put the wheelchair in the car then he would stand to the side and lean against post until I had backed out far enough for him to get into the front. So I put the chair in the back as he leaned against the post, got back into the car, backed it out so the front door was equal with him. Then he disappeaared. I got out ran around the car to find him lying on the ground dripping blood. He managed to get himself propped up against the door, but could not get up. A slight argument ensued. I wanted to call nine-one-one, but earn has always hated anything to do with calling nine-one-one. I won this one however. The paramedics finally arrived and he told them he was NOT going to the hospital , only needed help getting off the ground. The paramedics won this one! They talked him into getting into the air conditioned unit so " they" could be more comfortable doing the assessment. A small battle occurred . I was adamant that he should go. They asked me a few times what I thought was best. I was quite honest that I needed him assess that I was worried for him, but I was also worried about trying to get him back into the apartment and take care of him. Guess what? Chalk up another one for I won one. So they went in the ambulance to the new hospital. I was to follow in the car. Have I mentioned that Walmart is 3 blocks from here I've been there four times, and I've gotten lost every single time I tried to come home. Now I'm going to find a hospital. Google has cited not to talk to me. She will show me directions but she doesn't talk. And of course I'm going to the eye doctors tomorrow because I need stronger glasses. This does not help when trying to read street signs, a cell phone in my hand, watch out for traffic and speed limits, especially since I haven't driven for number of years until this year. When I arrived, I found her on a gurney in the hall. They told me they were going to move him to a room because there were too many things going on with him. So we waited for a room and we're than moved in. I don't think it should have taken five or six hours, but that's how hospitals work. Another problem was his and my cell phone we're both almost totally discharged. I called my daughter and left a message telling her that Daddy went down, and the paramedics were on their way and I would get in touch with her after they arrived. She did call me back and asked if we needed her to be there, but I told her I didn't think so and we let her know. So while I was in the hospital I kept texting her with everything we knew. I'm not sure but I think everybody here knows that my daughter is an RN so we fill her in on all the medical stuff we can. So every time a procedure was done I would text her tell her what was being done and she asked that I would please store in and let her know what the text said and what the doc said and what the report said. So with her dying phones I would just leave little keep it since what was going on. Then the phone died. This is when I started to freak out. I needed my daughter, I really needed my daughter. Of course I know coin phones or anything anymore in the hospital which is a real problem. They call Ernie he could go home if he could walk. They had him walk about 5 feet and he actually could do it. They then said they would tell the doctor and get back to us to tell us if he could really go home or not. While waiting for this information who should show up but my daughter. She brought a cell phone charger, and my granddaughter Rosie. This made my entire problems seem so much less. She took over. She read the test results she did her own assessment of the situation and she just made me a little bit stronger. I told her didn't know if Dad was going home or not and she said oh yeah he was. And sure enough he was. So we waited for all the paperwork and all the check out and all that stuff, and Kate even helped me get him into the car came to her house, help me get him out of the car into the apartment, helped him set up his dialysis equipment, made sure he was doing okay before she cook rose and left. And that was the beginning the new day. The day of recovery. Oh yeah I didn't mention, the 12 stitches between his fingers and the palm of his hand from where he landed on the concrete. So I think he really is ready to start taking care of himself. My bit of exciting news is when we got home there was a package propped against the door. MY SCALE! Couldn't wait. Set it on the floor and stepped on . Almost 4 lbs down. Can't wait to find my fasting, naked weight. Off to bed now so the morning will come faster. Have a great day all. 

Just reread this and as I had talked much of it I found errors. 1. They called Ern, earn. And once said her instead of him. 

Wow, girlfriend, you have had a day and a half. Hang in there. (((((hugs))))) and prayers for things to smooth out for you.