What if I had an accident, not bad enough to require an ambulance, but that required me to go to Hospital?
Since Derek became ill I have had a “worst-case scenario” played over and over in my head.
For two years, I have imagined what would happen if I became incapacitated. For some reason, I couldn’t drive. What sort of impact would that have on the fact that I was the only driver in the house.
I have played it over in my mind many times, thinking “what would I do”, “how would I deal with the problems”. “What if I had to get Derek or Bevan to a medical appointment, or I had to do grocery shopping”. “What are all the problems I would have to deal with?”
Who could I call.
My worst-case scenario? To break my right leg at home.
Stepping down off the back lawn onto the steps. I felt my ankle roll to the outside. My mind immediately went to the thought of, “NO, This can’t happen”. So I tried to correct. But to do that I had to put my left foot down on the step. Great, I will be fine.
Imagine my shock when I realised too late that the step I was aiming for wasn’t there. I didn’t stop with both feet on the same level.
I stopped when I was layed out flat on the ground, having landed very heavily on my left knee. It hurt, but not as much as my right foot. That was screaming.
But over riding it all was the thought, “Crap, Derek is going to get a headache, need to go to bed, and I think I should probably go to A&E”.
I lay there for a few minutes, running everything through my mind, tears running down my face. I wasn’t sure if I was crying because of the pain, or because my worst-case scenario might be coming true.
While there, I worked out that I have hurt my left knee. I knew that because I could feel the blood, and I could feel the hole in my jeans. I still hadn’t risked moving my right foot. It was still yellowing for attention, and I was refusing to give it.
The reaslisation that I was the only one with a Drivers Licence, or that could Drive dawned on everyone. Offers of “I’ll call and ambulance”, “Do you want me to call an ambulance?” and other phrases including the word ambulance were used.
No, this was not bad enough for an ambulance. I felt sure I could get to my bed, rest it, and then see what was happening.
All this time I was pumping adrenaline like crazy.
This is a good example of how fast Derek reacts to an emergency. He walked over to me at his normal speed, and just stood there asking if I was ok. Not able to actually react in a normal way. I could tell that, because all he did apart from asking me if I was ok, was to call Bevan, who was already running to my aid from inside the house.
I finally managed to sit up and reassess the situation. My foot hurt, my mind jumped to “crap, broken it”, then moved slightly more slowly to “nah, it’s just going to be a bad sprain”. Ice, rest, and then a trip to A&E to get it strapped, and find some crutches for a couple of days.
I worked out how to stand up, with assistance. I then tried weight bearing. Great, I can stand on my foot.
1 step, 2 steps, that was it. No more. I was NOT able to stand on my own two feet.
Somehow, in that short time, Bevan had come up, assessed the situation, realised I needed help, and went and found my mother-in-law’s walking stick. Well done that son. I hadn’t even noticed he had left before he was back.
Bevan and our Boarder helped me inside (with me sliding down the stairs from the top of our back yard) to my bed, I was given ice.
As I lay there I realised that, even though I knew my eldest son who lived at the other end of town needed to go to bed at a reasonable hour, and that I was about to spend 5-6 hours in A&E, I sucked in my pride, accepted it as a fait accompli, I phoned him and told him the situation. He said he would turn off his dinner (which was almost cooked) and come get me.
No, I wasn’t having that, I wasn’t going to inconvenience him that much for a sprained ankle.
I took pain killers and lay there for an hour waiting for him. At first it was fine, I didn’t mind waiting as I knew it was just a sprain. I had time to go through each plan of how to get to work the next day as spraining my ankle wold mean not being able to drive for 24-48 hours. I would need crutches but that was it.
By the time my eldest arrived to take me to hospital I was desperate. I couldn’t walk, I was in a lot of pain, even with pain meds, and shock was setting in.
Derek on the other hand, was laying there, he looked worse than flat but not as bad as he has been some times. He took panadol, and just deal with the headache as best he could.
I worked my way to the car and got in the passenger seat. My instructions to my son was, on arrival at hospital, get me a wheelchair. I was NOT going to try and walk.
We checked in, we could see it would be a 4 hour wait at least. What was a girl to do. Post on facebook of course, where my daughter read about it.
At some point my daughter and her boyfriend (a paramedic in training) turned up. This was a great opportunity to send Derek home. He had taken extra meds, but still looked worse than me.
Finally I am taken out the back and seen, very quickly, by a Dr. Quick exam, “yes, think we might get an x-ray”.
1 found of x-rays and a 5 minute wait later and I get the good news. “Yes, you have sprained the outside of your right foot. But I need another x-ray of it. A slightly different one. That spot you say is the extremely painful, is where you broke it! But there may be another break as well”
There it was!
Worst-case scenario now a Reality!
I am cast. Both figuratively and literally.
Oh, and I have to get Bevan to a Medical Appointment tomorrow a long way from home!
Boom! There it is again.
For the next two weeks I will probably be in a plaster case, at which time I have to see an Orthopaedics Specialist to see what they want to do. Even if taken out of the cast and put in a moon boot, I will not be able to drive for another couple of weeks.
Up to 4 weeks of not having a driver in the house.
Yup. My worst scenario is now playing out in real life.