This goes under the category "Life is what happens while you are busy making plans.... "
I was in the middle of our monthly Division conference, which is kind of important, by Video Conference with 70 other people. My cell rings (or vibrates in this case) and it was R telling me that, while riding her bicycle home, she was run into by another bicyclist and her wrist was broken and could I please come and get her bike because the ambulance was on the way...
<Adrenalin rush - ACTIVATE!>
Grabbed my car keys and the trailer hitch mounted bike rack out of the shed (she has an E-Bike and I know there was NO way in Hades I was going to be able to lift it onto the Roof carrier which was the other option) and hightail it over to where she was. I had a vague idea but I was right and got there WAY before the police or the ambulance.... Yes, it was broken all right because a wrist is NOT supposed to look like a "Z."
Long story short, I got her bike mounted up, the ambulance came and took her to the local hospital where they proceeded to straighten the bone (she actually broke the Spica just below the wrist (that is one of the 2 bones in the lower arm between the elbow and the wrist) but did not give her anything sufficient for the pain
I mean, I was there when they did the same for S13 last winter when he broke both the elle and the spica (I am sure someone with more medical knowledge will say what the correct names/spelling is - I am a rocket scientist, NOT an MD) and they knocked him out completely...
R will have to have surgery which is now planned for Monday since there was NO way in Hades she was going to let those clowns at the local Clinic operate on her after the massive cock-ups (one after the other) in the ER... 30 minutes before anyone even said "Hello"after coming in in an ambulance, not once did anyone ask about pain relief, if she needed to use the loo, needed a drink... Nothing... It sounded like being in a battlefield Triage center and not in one of the biggest hospitals in the area... Complete Chaos...
So, other than that little incident Mrs. Lincoln, how WAS the play?
Me - 61, xW - 54
Together 19 years - Married 17 at separation & 21 at D-Day
S - 17, D - 13
1 Dog
BD#1 - August 2015
Atomic BD - 13 Dec 2015
House sold & separated - Mar 2016
Divorce final 30 August 2019
Moved on in life
Survival Instructions for NewbiesSite Map A "friend" will not "stand by you" no matter what you do. That is NOT a friend. That is an enabler. That is an accomplice.
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REAL friend will sit you down and tell you to your face to stop being a firetrucking idiot before you ruin your life and the lives of those around you.