Life has a way of kicking you in the pants when you have a lesson to learn
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Some of you who are on my Swift Kick team are aware that on Easter Sunday at 10:30 pm my beloved, Ms. Wolf, tripped over the dog water bowl and ended up with a compound fracture of her right ankle. I am in the medical field, though as administration, not direct patient care. I have seen things that most people would lose their lunch and it doesn’t faze me, but walking back in the front door and seeing her lying in the kitchen doorway with her foot pointing the wrong way, and a spot of blood the size of a lime on her sock, almost brought me to my knees. Looking at that I knew right away it was a compound fracture. That led to a whirlwind of activity, and me driving up to the County Hospital at 11:30 pm.
Ms. Wolf was in the hospital for 14 days, had 4 surgeries. (The original fracture(s) being repaired, a debridement of the tissues that were destroyed, a rotational flap, and then a flap revision). During this time I worked half days, came home took care of the dogs and the house, visited her at the hospital, and finally returned home to care for the dogs and house again. It was an incredible whirlwind of running, working, and generally stressing over how I was going to get her into the house when she was finally released. I work for an employer that offers FLMA leaves to same sex couples so was able to take a leave for 6ish weeks, and now am currently using “part-time” leave. I am working 4-6 hours a day in between running her to doctors’ appointments and therapy visits.
It is amazing how much the human mind and body can deal with them forced too. My beloved had been much better that I expected, since she is normally a terrible patient, and now that she finally reached the point of being allowed to put weight on her leg, the Ortho Surgeon threw a wrench into our plans and informed us on July 31st, that she needed to have another surgery. When they repaired the four fractures she had from the fall, the put in a lot of screws and hardware. I think originally there were a total of 10 screws installed to stabilize the various fractures and to hold tendons in place while they heal. Well two of the screws that were stabilizing a tendon, had started to work themselves loose. Those were the two they wanted to remove. So August 8th she had surgery again. It was a very simple procedure; the incision they made was just under an inch long and simply backed out those two screws. I was able to bring her home again that day. The sad thing is she is back to not being allowed to put any weight on that leg at least until the 18th when we see the surgeon again.
At least now, we are finally able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Hopefully the “new fractures” from the removal of the two screws will be healed enough as of the 18th to allow her to return to therapy and resume the strengthening of her leg muscles. She really wants to be able to drive, and resume her normal activities, and I can’t blame her. I am just thankful that I still have her, my beloved partner of 14 years. Nothing is as important as having the people you love in your life and that is a lesson that I am thankful to have been reminded of. I will not take her, and all that she does, for granted when she is back on her feet.
Universe, consider the lesson learned!