More of "The Story"

I got Dadzoo home, and tucked onto the couch with pillow under his legs, a warm blanket around him and two pain pills. I had a thousand things to do, half of my neighbor gifts didn’t get made and delivered today, we spent a good part of the afternoon in the ER and I still had some sewing to do. Luckily the kids went to bed fairly easy and Dadzoo promptly fell to sleep. That night I got to bed about 2 am after giving Dadzoo another dose of medication.The next day seemed fine. Dadzoo was still in a lot of pain, but I figured that would be normal, it wasn’t until he needed to get up to go to the bathroom that I realized this recovery wasn’t going to be as easy as a few days rest. He could hardly move the pain was so bad, even on the pain meds, and being his injuries were to his left knee and right foot, he didn’t have a leg to stand on!

I followed him closely down the hall to the bathroom and helped him to get situated on the toilet, then gave him some privacy. Once he was done he called and I helped him up, pulled his pants up and put his brace back on. He then washed his hand and started to go white and clammy again. He says to me “I need to lie down quick; I am going to pass out!” Knowing I couldn’t catch my 300 pound man we hurried as quickly as two gimpy legs would let us back to the couch just in time. I gave him some oil treatments and he seems to come out of it ok.This happened two more times during the day, and I grew concerned.

Later that night I was at a Christmas party, I doped Dadzoo up and made him promise to call a neighbor if he needed to use the bathroom and I took the kids to the party. My grandma had a cousin party every year where all the kids frost cookies and she does a big bingo game with fabulous prizes. She has been doing this since I was a little girl and the kids really look forward to it. While I was there I talked to my sister, both of who are RN’s and was given some advice on using the medication that was given and I was also strongly advised to call the Orthopedic surgeon and our regular doctor the next day. I had to call someone because the ER’s only prescribed us 15 pills!That night I set the alarm for every three hours to get up and give Dadzoo his pain pills. I didn’t want him to start hurting at all.

I called first thing Wednesday morning (Christmas Eve) and got an appointment with the Orthopedic Doctor for Tuesday, I asked about pain pills and they told me to call our primary care doctor. I then called our doctor and they could get us in an hour if we would be willing to see the Physician Assistant….that was fine with me as long as they can give out narcotics, because Dadzoo sure needed them!

As I was rushing around getting myself dresses and dressing Dadzoo I realized that I would need help getting him into (everything was still very snowy and icy, I was afraid he would fall or pass out) the minivan. I called the neighbors; no one was home, or at least any men. I then called the Relief Society President (the leader of the women’s organization in my church). She told me not to worry; she would be right up with a couple of men to help me.

Another quick trip to the bathroom, another near fainting and then two big men and the Relief Society President show up at my door. They get Dadzoo into the van, and again he neatly faints on us. He is extremely white, his lips look like the white snow and he was sweating. The Relief Society President gets into the car with me, so she can help at the Dr. Office and we are off…..I am praying he doesn’t faint….

And that they can figure out why he keeps fainting….

And for some really good drugs!