I know this post is late but it’s been quite a day. I’ve had
my scare for the year and I don’t scare easily. This morning
when I went over to Dads for a visit I found him laying on the
kitchen floor in a pool of dried blood. He was concious and
asked me to help him sit up but I told him to wait as I called
911 and got paramedics there.
When the paramedics got there they checked him for injuries
before they moved him and when they did lay him flat he had a
seizure. I got scared. We gave the staff at the hospital what
information we had and were led to waiting room while tests
Family started to trickle in before word came back that he had
no head trauma but did have a gash on his head which they would
suture. And I am again the outlaw because we had to come home
so the wife could sleep before work. I didn’t make it back up
to the hospital with people stopping over but did get updates.
He’s doing as well as expected for a 91 year old man that went
through such an ordeal. I’m an outlaw because I left the
hospital after 4 hours. We were in the room while they worked
to clean the blood off of him and stayed until we knew he was
stabilized. We’ll know more in morning when we visit.
It’s funny how people think you’re a horses patootee when you
don’t tell them everything you do while they think they are
doing it all. I never have and never will. Once again this
outlaw doesn’t care because Dad is here to see another day.
I’ll give a nod to the Firemen, and woman, and the paramedics
who quickly responded and helped save Dad. Thank you.
Comments are always welcome.