Just got home from the hospital. The hubbie is there with a broken back. That lovely wind storm that blew through the CA Delta tonight landed a branch on a customers RV. Chris was cleaning it off, lost his footing and fell to the ground.
I guess if it is any consolation, the Dr. informed him that "if" you break your back, you have done it in the best way possible.
Forgive me as I will not be responding to comments tonight. I need to try and get some sleep (ha!), open the business tomorrow and deal with this nightmare.
Thanking you all in advance for your kind thoughts and prayers.
UPDATE: Chris called me this morning from John Muir Walnut Creek. They moved him there after they could not stabilize his pain and figured that he probably had more damage than the x-rays revealed. They do not have an MRI. John Muir WC is a level 1 trauma center. I am so grateful that Sutter/Delta recognized that this needed to go to the next level and moved Chris to John Muir. On the other hand, I am horrified at what the bills are going to be. OTOH, I want my husband to walk again and have a full recovery - if we pay the fucking bills for years, so be it.
The bottom line: Neurosurgeon assigned says full recovery with surgery. Fusing c1-c4. That will happen tomorrow at 2:15. 4-5 hour surgery. 3 days after that, he will be fitted with a brace that he must wear for 3 months and have PT. The horrible scary part, the neurosurgeon told hubbie that 5mm more damage, he would have been paralyzed from the waist down.
Our friends and customers have been so awesome through this. Our friends from Modesto will be bringing their RV up Monday to support us. And I mean support mowing and running the store.
I am still a mess. I'm sorry.
Rocky The Cat, ran into the house before the paramedics arrived. He planted himself between Chris' legs. So all these paramedics and firefighters are in the living room. Asking questions etc... he just stayed there. They went to put him on a back board, Rocky The Cat refused to move. I had to pick him up. Plopped him on the kitchen floor, he ran for the door after the paramedics. I snatched him up again. Deposited him in the kitchen and ran for the door to follow the ambulance to the hospital.
That was 9:30pm. I got home at 1am. Rocky was laying on the blanket that was discarded on the floor. I was in tears. This morning, I found him laying on the t-shirt that Chris was wearing that I brought home from the hospital and put on the dining room table. In tears again.
Shortly thereafter, he was back on the blanket and did not leave until Mary came and I left for the hospital. He wanted a ride on the golf cart to clean the bathoom.
He is back on the blanket. I will not move it until Chris comes home.
I have never once considered that the tough guy, rock of my life could come so close to death. I am shaken to my core. I think that he is too.
I am praying tonight that the hotshit neurosurgeon at John Muir WC is indeed that hotshit guy. Because he now has my husbands life literally in his hands. I am still scared.