Guess who's an 8 !!

Ron's afternoon adventures today included him falling out of a trailer he was working on at Nashua and breaking his left wrist, scraping up his face and possibly breaking his right wrist too.

The trailer was outside the plant and he was finishing up a door framing job. He went to step on a ladder device which wasn't flush with the door frame and he missed the first step, tripping over a rubber seal in the threshold. He flew down head first. (Ron said his cape malfunctioned and he should get his money back!) Anyway, he went to brace himself for the fall and the brunt of his fall was on his left wrist. He graveled up his face also. His right wrist is possibly broken too, but only slightly enough that it has a removable splint on it for now. He also has some pretty good bumps and bruises on his shoulder and one of his thighs.

Ron was driven to the emergency room at St. Luke's downtown by one of his co-workers. I was called by another of Ron's co-workers and I knew it wasn't good when he said, "I wish I were calling you with better news...." So, I rushed to the hospital and found Ron in lots of pain on a gurney. Ron told me that the nurse asked what pain level he was at and he said that he was an 8 or 9. It took a long time before Ron was able to get his shot of morphine though. Ron got exrayed and it showed that he broke his left wrist pretty bad. The ER doctor referred him to an orthopedic surgeon. They wrapped his wrist and arm in a "sugar tongue" splint. (Katherine, you'll know what that is :-) Ron's right wrist isn't as bad, possibly a small fracture, but the doctor couldn't tell. His face was full of dried blood clumps and the nurses and doctor didn't seem to care about how he looked, only how he felt. So I took some wet paper towels and proceeded to get dried blood and gravel off his face.

By the time Ron was checked out of the hospital, he already had a long list of things to do: "Go get his prescription for Norco filled, while that's being filled at the pharmacy, drop by his work and get his stuff out of the car and pick up his check, then go back to the pharmacy and pick up his prescription. Oh, and why don't we go to Costco to see what they can do about my scraped up glasses. Oh, and go by the bank and deposit my paychek....."(I'm guessing the morphine was talking, not Ron!)

We went to Albertsons by his work and Ron insisted on coming in the store with me. I asked if he was sure about that and he said yeah, yeah, he was okay. I told him that he might scare people with his face all bloodied up. He said, "Naa, I'll be fine." We didn't get too many stares when we went in to drop off his prescription, but when we went back to pick it up after it was filled, the gal at the pharmacy window had a look on her face like, "What is this bloodied up man doing here standing in line?!"

I told Ron that he scared her. It didn't phase him one bit! So, we finally got home and I had to help Ron with his shower so his spint wouldn't get wet, but somehow we managed to get it a little damp. A sister and brother in our ward brought dinner to us, which was so nice. By the time I got done doing everything for Ron, I sure didn't want to fix dinner. Here's Ron at home finally, all cleaned up.

Ron has an appointment on Monday afternoon with the surgeon.