The excitement just never seems to stop around here!
Saturday morning, N went to a birthday party for one of her close friends. After that, all the girls packed up and went to the skating rink for another birthday party. We were invited to stay at the skating rink for yet another birthday party, but we declined.
Michael got a call from a friend and they took off on their motorcycles for an afternoon ride. Bill had been in Virginia for a few months and was glad to finally be back home with his family (and his motorcycle).
The girls and I arrived home from the 2ND party around 4:30 in the afternoon. After 5 and a half hours of partying, I was wiped out and did not want to go anywhere.
Instead I received a phone call from Michael as we walked in the door. He had been in an accident and was waiting for an ambulance. But, he also told me he was okay and not to worry. I asked if he was joking. He told me that he was serious.
But I still was not sure. You see, shortly after we got our truck, I hit a bird. The poor bird died and we were okay. But, I told Michael we'd had a small accident. There was a scratch or two in the paint on the bumper, but nothing serious. So, I wondered if this was his was of getting me back. He had just bought a new motorcycle a month ago.
Turns out that Michael really was hurt. I waited for an hour for Michael to call to tell me which hospital he had been taken to. There are 2 very close by and then 2 a little further away that handle more serious injuries. I finally called and found out he was at the closest hospital to the accident and that several of the Coast Guard guys had already shown up. I dropped the girls off with Bill's wife and headed for the hospital, 30 minutes away.
The Coasties who had been in the ER with Michael were all waiting in the lobby when I arrived because the ER staff were doing chest x-rays. I stood out in the lobby with them and was reassured that I would not find a mangled Michael laying in a hospital bed. At that point, the general thought was that Michael's injuries were a sore shoulder and a few scratches on his arm.
After a little while, I went into the room with Michael. The nurses were joking and laughing with Michael as they cleaned up his arm. My first thought was that it appeared he'd met a cat who didn't like being held.
Around 7 pm, Michael was taken to Radiology for CT scans of his neck and chest. They did the scan on his neck, but did not do the scan of his chest. When they found out that Michael has had a mild allergic reaction to shrimp and an allergic reaction to Benedryl, they brought him back to the ER room to wait for his doctor's opinion. For the CT scan for his chest, Michael needed to be given a contrast dye which contains iodine. An iodine allergy is common in people who are allergic to shrimp. The standard treatment for a reaction to the contrast is a dose of Benedryl.
Finally, the decision was made to inject 2 small doses of Benedryl into Michael's IV and see if he had a reaction. When no reaction occurred, Michael was taken back to Radiology and then back to the ER room. The thought has crossed my mind that perhaps there was no reaction because a different antihistamine was administered shortly before the decision was made on the Benedryl.
Several hours passed and we were finally told the extent of Michael's injuries. The ER doctor said that Michael had cracked ribs 2-6 and had a 1st degree separation of his collar bone from his shoulder. The surgeon came in a few minutes later and told us that Michael had cracked ribs 2-5, had a 1st degree separation and had a small pneumothorax, a pocket of air in the chest cavity caused by a puncture of the lung. The concern was that the pneumothorax would grow resulting in a collapsed lung and an extended hospital stay. So, Michael was admitted to the hospital shortly before midnight.
Around 1:15 am, we left the ER for a room upstairs. The nurses were wonderful and brought both of us dinner shortly before 2 in the morning. After making sure we were settled and Michael's vital signs were good, they left us for the rest of the night. Of course, if they checked on us later, I was sleeping and unaware. I woke just after 5am and dozed until about 6:30.
I left to get some clean clothes, check on the girls and tell our church family what was going on. When I returned to the hospital, Michael had already been taken for another round of x-rays to determine if there was more air in his chest than there had been the night before.
While we waited for those results, we had several phone calls and after church was over, we had several visitors. In between visitors, the surgeon stopped by to let us know that it appeared the puncture had sealed as there was no additional air in Michael's chest.
Michael was released from the hospital shortly after 2 pm and we made it home with no incidents. Just after I got Michael settled in a chair, the doorbell rang. Allyson, Bill's wife, had brought the girls over for some clean clothes and was taking them to a Bible Quizzing rewards party. We spoke for a while and after they left, I left to fill the prescription for Michael's pain meds.
While I was at the pharmacy, I saw our associate pastor. He told me to let Michael know that there are better ways to get attention! I agreed.
Sunday ended after attending the evening service, where A fell asleep in my arms. I got the girls home, fed and put to bed. I went to bed about 10 minutes later. Michael was using the computer in the living room and tried later to sleep in our bed. Eventually, he gave up and returned to the living room chair.
Today, he has been in quite a bit more pain than yesterday. I am not sure if it is all related to the accident or if some is related to sleeping in a chair that is not designed for sleeping.
At any rate, we can not praise God enough or thank Him enough for sparing Michael's life and allowing him to walk out of the hospital Sunday afternoon. We have cried and prayed almost non-stop for 2 days, just marveling at the miracle that God has granted our family.
Michael claims that he has learned a few lessons from this. #1-
ALWAYS wear a full face helmet when riding a motorcycle, no matter how stupid it looks. Michael credits first God and then his helmet for saving his face from serious injury. #2- The nurses offered to add a little ink to the scratches on Michael arm as they were joking around on Saturday night. Michael has decided that he will not be getting a tattoo like he had been considering. Besides, the tattoo shop that he had a gift certificate to recently closed down. And finally, #3- don't assume that you know what other drivers on the road are going to do. Always plan for the worst possible thing they can do and be pleasantly surprised when they don't do it.
I thank you for the prayers, phone calls and offers of help that we have received over the weekend and today.