NeedCourage
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- Lost a loved one
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- 12/2013
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(Please forgive the length of this...)
Hi friends.
Need to blow some steam… and know that I can do that with you — and you will still like me! : )
Today, Toby took his first BAD so-called "ALS fall". His ankle just roller over and he crashed into the dresser and fell hard onto the tile floor - hitting his head pretty hard.
OH MY GOD>
I’ll just make a little list:
I checked to make sure he was alive.
I quickly assessed that no bones were sticking out and no blood was spurting.
Seriously. I settled him down and got him to lay still so I could see what was what.
Appeared to be no injuries BUT
I could not get him off the floor.
Previously I had gathered a couple of neighbor’s phone numbers for such a time when you don’t want to call an ambulance or police.
Sooooo
I ran, hobbled really, outside and across the street hollering “LINDA LINDA .. HELP” …
Her name is … Leslie.
no joke.
No one home.
I then called phone of second neighbor - busy line - and then one minute later no answer. (She doesn’t like me so I’m suspicious - if you know what i mean.)
Running back to my house after trying across the street again…. saw a youngish woman, fortunately not too small - who said,
“Do you need help?”
I BURST into sobs and said yes, I need to get my husband off the floor…
She came in and we were able to right him. Ironically, I’m more bruised than he.
The man next door whose phone was not answered was oddly enough peeking across the fence into the house saying, “Is Toby ok ?”
Hmmmmmm…
I’m so A N G R Y I could throw an elephant. No, wouldn’t want to hurt anyone or thing … maybe beat the heck out of some pillows….
Anyway, now for the punch line:
We were just getting ready to walk out the door for an appointment to get him measured for foot/ankle braces! Talk about timing.
We were able to get there for our appointment and
The plaster? casts were made. We will go back in a week or so. Also have the name of a good physical therapist who works with ALS folks
along with any other neuro problems.
I’m babbling - I KNOW but it feels so good.
This was my worst day yet.
My nerves are shot and I find myself getting tense and short with T occasionally. I feel horrible but we were not the perfect couple before this
and now it’s so damn hard - communicating mostly.
I don’t mean I holler or ***** or anything- it’s just that I become sooo tense/tired and I’m over-watching him - and he ‘appreciates' it - but then he’s tense, too.
Natural on both ends.
I just hate this more than I can express.
I’m struggling.
My body is giving me heck - which is not helping. I’m the one in pain most of the time - ironically. T, thank goodness, has none.
Well, I guess that’s enough for now.
Tob is across the room in bed watching a baseball game, and I’m sitting here with Doriann Grey (kitty) at my side. It’s quiet.
Thanks for listening - and mostly for caring.
Love - and later,
Nancy
PS I’m not even going to read this over because I’ll not post it. I know me. lol.
Ciao for now!
xo
Hanging in there by fingernails...
Nancy
Thank you to anyone who got to the end of THIS novella.
(Please forgive the length of this...)
Hi friends.
Need to blow some steam… and know that I can do that with you — and you will still like me! : )
Today, Toby took his first BAD so-called "ALS fall". His ankle just roller over and he crashed into the dresser and fell hard onto the tile floor - hitting his head pretty hard.
OH MY GOD>
I’ll just make a little list:
I checked to make sure he was alive.
I quickly assessed that no bones were sticking out and no blood was spurting.
Seriously. I settled him down and got him to lay still so I could see what was what.
Appeared to be no injuries BUT
I could not get him off the floor.
Previously I had gathered a couple of neighbor’s phone numbers for such a time when you don’t want to call an ambulance or police.
Sooooo
I ran, hobbled really, outside and across the street hollering “LINDA LINDA .. HELP” …
Her name is … Leslie.
no joke.
No one home.
I then called phone of second neighbor - busy line - and then one minute later no answer. (She doesn’t like me so I’m suspicious - if you know what i mean.)
Running back to my house after trying across the street again…. saw a youngish woman, fortunately not too small - who said,
“Do you need help?”
I BURST into sobs and said yes, I need to get my husband off the floor…
She came in and we were able to right him. Ironically, I’m more bruised than he.
The man next door whose phone was not answered was oddly enough peeking across the fence into the house saying, “Is Toby ok ?”
Hmmmmmm…
I’m so A N G R Y I could throw an elephant. No, wouldn’t want to hurt anyone or thing … maybe beat the heck out of some pillows….
Anyway, now for the punch line:
We were just getting ready to walk out the door for an appointment to get him measured for foot/ankle braces! Talk about timing.
We were able to get there for our appointment and
The plaster? casts were made. We will go back in a week or so. Also have the name of a good physical therapist who works with ALS folks
along with any other neuro problems.
I’m babbling - I KNOW but it feels so good.
This was my worst day yet.
My nerves are shot and I find myself getting tense and short with T occasionally. I feel horrible but we were not the perfect couple before this
and now it’s so damn hard - communicating mostly.
I don’t mean I holler or ***** or anything- it’s just that I become sooo tense/tired and I’m over-watching him - and he ‘appreciates' it - but then he’s tense, too.
Natural on both ends.
I just hate this more than I can express.
I’m struggling.
My body is giving me heck - which is not helping. I’m the one in pain most of the time - ironically. T, thank goodness, has none.
Well, I guess that’s enough for now.
Tob is across the room in bed watching a baseball game, and I’m sitting here with Doriann Grey (kitty) at my side. It’s quiet.
Thanks for listening - and mostly for caring.
Love - and later,
Nancy
PS I’m not even going to read this over because I’ll not post it. I know me. lol.
Ciao for now!
xo
Hanging in there by fingernails...
Nancy
Thank you to anyone who got to the end of THIS novella.