Sunday, June 19, 2016

What happens when the caregiver gets injured? Guess we'll find out

Dynamic duo? Gruesome twosome?
I like this photo of us. It was taken last Aug. 29, at our beautiful niece Julie's picture-perfect outdoor wedding. 

For those of you who know me and Ralph you must realize that I'm his caregiver. 

Yesterday I fell backwards off the lift on his minivan and kinda landed on my left side - on my elbow and other places - right in the driveway.
I'm pretty sure no one saw me in all my un-graceful glory, except for Ralph. 
I looked up at him and said, "Don't say anything!" He complied.

After almost an hour of wondering whether or not I needed to seek medical attention, we decided to head out to Griffin Hospital.

We spent almost three hours in the emergency room. It's a lively place on a Saturday night. Or maybe it's like that every night.
I give a lot of credit to all the health-care professionals who work in what could be a stressful environment. They were busy but still showed concern for my situation. 

Fortunately x-rays showed nothing is broken, it's just a really bruised elbow bone.

My arm is in a sling, which seems to have upset our chronically confused cat. 

But at least I can still type.