Never say be careful
Monday, July 08, 2013
Saturday, my boyfriend needed to go into lab to take care of some cells and then go get a haircut. Usually, he takes me car, but decided to bike (he biked all the time before I moved out here as he sold his car). Before he left, I told him to be careful, and he responded with "i'll be fine, i've done this 100s of times."
An hour later, I get a call from him to come pick him up from a gas station as he needs to go to the hospital. Of course, a lot of things are running through my mind as I drive over there. He didn't tell me how bad it was or what happened so a million scenarios from a bump on his had to near death filled my thoughts.
It turned out he wiped out on his bike. An incredibly kind mailman had stopped and helped him up and into the mailcar... and called an ambulance because he was in that bad shape. They arrived and didn't want to move him as there was something seriously wrong with his arm.
Five very nice people at the gas station put his bike onto the bike rack of my car for me (bf always puts them on there so i didn't even know how). I must have looked pretty shaken because one lady even hugged me.
After five hours in the ER and some very painful xrays (he couldn't move to the position they needed), we learned that he pretty much shattered his elbow by bracing himself from his fall. The radial head has been smushed and disassociated from the bone (bits of bone are floating around in his elbow...). They gave us a referral to an orthopedic clinic which we went to today.
He needs surgery, which is happening tomorrow. There is a high risk it won't heal right even with the surgery (tiny screws and tiny bone pieces= risk), so then he might have to have a prosthetic bone put in, which will have to be replaced fairly often, since he is only 32.
It's been hard; I hate seeing him in pain and worrying about the outcome. The stress of taking care of him and the house and yard and 3 cats and myself has been killing me already. I had a breakdown yesterday, and I feel terrible because I am trying to be as supportive as I can. I've lost my exercise partner, and I feel guilty about being sad about it. I am going to swim today, and he wants to sit at the pool with me while i do it.
Last week we did c25k week 1 day 1 and I totally failed at it because of my asthma. I only did 5/8 of the 1 minute runs before I felt like I was going to die. I'm not sure I can continue doing that on my own because I barely made it home without him.
When he moved out to CO ahead of me, I was going through a lot of stuff and completely fell apart, which is why I gained back 20 pounds of what I had lost. We really rely on each other for motivation and strength. I know he is worried he will gain weight and his muscles will go away (which is probably going to happen with this), but I am also afraid of not doing as well without my partner in crime to describe poofy little kittens to me to motivate me to make it home (lol don't ask).
Well, here's to tomorrow going well.