Okay, so my last day at work was Friday ( Walgreens, that is ). I worked til 7pm, came home, hubby in the bedroom watching tv, listening to Sirius radio, Ky in the front room, watching TV, listening to tunes.
So we order a pizza, and watch TV, etc till late. I read a book. took a bath, etc. All this time the Sirius radio is playing rather loudly in the bedroom, but hey...sometimes hubby does that.
Around 1am I finally decide to head off to bed. And that's when my weekend went to shit.
Hubby was on the floor, flat on his face. TV blaring, his glasses were on the desk, it was weird. I head over to him, check his pulse & breathing, all is good there, and roll him onto his side ( the recovery position ).
He doesn't respond. Like he's sleeping. He's a little sweaty, but hey, I have NO IDEA how long he'd been on the floor, I peaked into the room right after I got home from work at 7pm. We keep the door closed what with 3 cats and 1 waterbed
After about 45 seconds to a minute of my shaking him...he finally responds. "whaa... what times is it? " "1am". "When's dinner? " ( shit ). "It's 1am, did you fall? Do you feel okay?" "My head really hurts, and I'm dizzy". (double shit)
Now I'm feeling guilty. Why didn't I check on him when he wasn't in bed right after the news? Damn, the music was really loud too. What the fuck.
Any way, I manage to get him sitting up. "When's dinner?" (shit shit shit). Then standing up and head over to the bed. He loses his balance, starts to fall again, and I get him onto the cedar chest at the foot of the bed, from whence he slides over with his head on the foot of the bed. Damn. I go get my blood pressure cuff from the hall bath. Okay, b/p okay, pulse okay ( a little fast but he said he was dizzy). Breathing fine, but again, like he's fallen right to sleep.
After several attempts, get him alertish ( out of it, but listening to me ), and get him up to the side of the bed, where I get him to lie down. He seems a little warm, but trying to get a thermometer into the mouth of a confused, half out of it person doesn't really work, I took an axillary temp ( I know, not the most accurate, but...). Nope, no fever. So I head out to the front room, to get his cell phone, he has phone numbers in there for work, etc. Can't find the damn thing ( still didn't find it by Sunday, BTW )
Back into the bedroom. FUCK. He's on the floor again, this time, by the side of the bed. Again, half out of it. Got him into bed again. And stayed awake til about 6am, keeping an eye on him
Saturday, at 9am I called his work, there was a swim meet at the pool, and he should've been there. The young guy I talked to sounded relieved that I'd called.
He slept most of the day. He got up for a while around noon. I made him 2 egg sandwiches, which he ate. Then he went into the bedroom for about 10 minutes. He comes out, looks down at his paper plate and napkin and says "Hey, I want something to eat, too, I'm hungry". I remind him he'd JUST eaten 2 sandwiches, and he says ( holding his drink coozie from the bedroom) "Oh, and 2 cokes too?". no, that's the drink from last night that you were drinking when you passed out. Never mind. So, I made him another sandwich. He complained of being dizzy, and I gave him a meclizine ( medicine for nausea and dizziness ), and he went back to bed until dinner.
He watched TV, complained of headache and dizziness, a couple of weird questions about "when's dinner" again, but headed off to bed right after the news.
Sunday, I was up at 9am, started laundry, etc. Right before noon, hubby gets up, and sits down
He starts reading the Sunday paper. Right before 1pm, I made him 2 sandwiches, and he asks me "I haven't had anything to eat yet??". Great. Later he asks "Can you please tell me why my arms are tingling?". Great. No I can't but hopefully our doctor can.
Anyway, after dinner, Carolyn & I are heading out for a walk. That gets weird. We went on a nature trail near the house. We'd walked for quite a while, and were down in the river bed, hiking and bike trails galore. Carolyn looked up at this ravine face, about 50 feet up, saying she'd love to climb that. I vetoed that like any sensible mom would. A little later we heard voices up the top of the cliff and commented on who the heck would be up there, and what could they be doing up there. Not much further down the trail we saw & heard a family taking walk, then it got really weird.
Within 2 minutes of seeing this family I hear "....help us....fallen....isn't moving...." Carolyn & I run toward the sound, and see a young man about 20 feet up from us, in the brush up the side of the river bank, and lying beside him, wedged in between 2 trees is a young woman, and crouched beside them a woman who turned out to be the mom from the family we'd just heard.
The young girl ( Heather ) had apparently been one of the people we'd heard at the top of the cliff edge. And she'd fallen. 30 feet. Tumbled down the rock face, and landed in a tree. The young man with her (Henry??) climbed down, and got her out of the tree, but then she slid down the ledge, and wedged in the trees ( which actually helped her from falling further).
So, she's on her back. Unconscious. She's breathing ( loudly ). She's got a pulse. But it's getting dark. And all we have are 2 moms and 1 dad with 2 little kids, and me and my kiddo. THANK GOD FOR CELL PHONES. So, I'm checking her vitals. The other woman up the ravine with me says "I know cpr, I'm an emt", and I tell her that I'm a nurse. The poor kid with this girl is holding onto her hand, and we just kept him talking to her.
I hear the woman who stayed down with the kids send her husband out to the edge of the path, and we're all calling 911. Then I hear her saying "STOP, Please STOP and help". And I see some guys riding mountain bikes heading AWAY from us. So I started yelling LOUDLY..WE NEED SOME HELP HERE PLEASE STOP STOP STOP.
And they did. And turns out one of the bikers is an ex army medic. Figure the odds of falling down a 30 foot ravine, and having an EMT, a nurse and an army medic all in the woods at the same time. When we talked, we all found that none of us had planned to be there that evening, weird, huh?
One of the bikers gave up his shirt so we could cover her up. We all cleared as many rocks away from the bank above her, and the medic crouched above her to stabilize her neck and airway. One of the bikers was great, he ripped his light off his helmet so we could check her pupils. All the time, we're talking to her, and THANK GOD FOR CELL PHONES EMS is on the way. Problem is, we're down a bike/hiking path, and it took a while for them to get to us, but the Paramedics got there and were all "YOU ALL NEED TO MOVE". Duh. However, we emphasized to them that the gentlemen above her head was stabilizing her neck, and I was keeping her from moving her arms and shoulders ( she was NOT responding to us at all, just moaning loudly). I figured that as long as she was moaning, she was BREATHING. We kept her from moving around, and I think we helped. Once the paramedics got in place, I headed down the hill, with Carolyn's help, it was rocky and sandy, and unstable as hell. I didn't want to go in an ambulance too.
Then all I wanted to do was leave. But no way could I walk down the path until a little of the adrenaline cleared, I was shaking like crazy. I shared my water with the lady emt, and we all shared hugs when the paramedics showed up with the litter to carry her out. The poor guys were sliding in the sandy rocky side of the river bank, it was NOT good. The one biker had a great flashlight, and kept things well lit for them. By the time training equipped help arrived, it was 8:30pm.
So, Carolyn and I start to head back to the trailhead, but it was closer to walk to the house, then drive my car to pick up Carolyn's. The 3 bikers who helped met up with us just as we reached the road, and said that the paramedics had got Heather out. The 1 biker still didn't have his shirt, I guess it stayed with her. They asked if we knew her. Nope, and neither did they. We all thanked each other for being there, and for doing the right thing.
So, when we get to the house, Hubby asks "Didn't I hear you say something about me having a dr's appt?" No, but trust me, YOU WILL see our MD this week. Then he asks "Did I have dinner?" This is fucked up. Hopefully when I head to bed, he will be in it, and not on the floor. And all this just as I'm starting training for a new job. I'm so selfish, worried about this on top of his obvious health issues. Damme.
Good news for Heather, the young lady who tested gravity and failed...according to the "breaking news" she was alert and responding to the paramedics by the time they transported her. But they did not have a report on her injuries. I just know there was blood on the rocks, and on the back of her head. And the paramedics were heard to say she had a large hematoma on the back of her head. Hopefully she's going to be okay.
AND PLEASE GOD LET THIS BE SOMETHING THE DOCTOR CAN FIGURE OUT ABOUT MY BOBBY