I would love to tell you we returned to the $400+ dollar night Inn and got a good night’s rest. . . but, the day wasn’t over yet.
Bill and I were helping Bob out of the car, when his face went, “lights out.” I grabbed his chin and looked directly into his eyes. “Talk to me! What’s happening?” Then, he fell to his knees. I think we all screamed.
Fortunately, a nurse and her strong husband had just left their cabin and knew how to support Bob without injuring his fractured shoulder more and moved him to a chair in our cabin. Betsy called 911.
Hotel staff arrived in a flash and determined acute pain caused his near collapse. We got him into bed, double dosed the pain medication, and gave him something for nausea.
My beginning to catch a breath was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was another staff member with paperwork to sign. A kid, probably my grandson’s age.
Understandably the hotel needed to document the incidents. I reassured him it was a simple trip and fall. We weren’t going to solicit a lawyer.
Like Danny on Blue Blood’s, he handed me paper and pen. “In your own words. If you wouldn’t mind.” He expressed his appreciation once the forms where completed and asked . . . emphatically, “Is there anything I can do for you?”
Well there was. My concern was getting Bob, weak and under the influence, to the bathroom. How many times does an 73 man void during the night? I’d lost count.
“Do you have a urinal?”
“No,” he said, embarrassed.
On the counter behind him was my wide mouth water bottle. I glanced its way, his eyes followed mine.
“Problem solved,” I said.
Shortly after, Betsy brought me dinner. A pork sandwich with homemade cold slaw she’d packed. Remember if the park opened food might be hard to find. Oh yes and a large bottle of wine.
It was around 10PM and the sun had finally set.
. . . just saying
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What a story! You can’t make this stuff up….
Pat, you are so right.
Oh my goodness Claudia. I guess now you’ll think twice before you go on vacation. I do hope that Bob is recovering
For Sure. and thank you Bob is improving day by day.
Yikes. I just saw this. Are you coming home? So hard to have health problems when you’re away
We are home and that’s a long story too.
Well that was very informative Claudia! Hope Bob is on the mend. Beautiful sunset.
Yes Mary, slow but steady.
What a stunning sunset!
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Claudia, so sorry this happened. Glad you had support to get Bob home. How is he and how are you? Thinking of you. Take care. Lois
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Lois, Thank you. We’re coping. Bob is home and facing a slow recovery, but showing improvement every day. Writing is helping me stay sane, or somewhat sane.
Our lives have become filled with wonder at this point. I wonder what will happen next. I wonder what I am suppose to do now. I wonder if I can make it through one more of these wonder moments. Hang in there girl, you both are amazing at moments filled with wonder.
Wonder . . . what a sweet way to context life’s challenges. Mary, you made me smile.
What a nightmare, Claudia! When I first read of your trip, I couldn’t wait till you were home so I could call and compare notes. I hope Bob, and you, are recovering. Maybe someday you will laugh about this?
Nancy, We are. Thank you. I enjoyed your FB pics of your trip. It’s either laugh or cry. Writing about this nightmare helps and I’m hoping I won’t lose my sense of humor.