Saturday, March 1, 2014

Two a.m. scary thoughts (same day) Man down....

What a scare.  This is hard.  I type this in tears at 2:16 a.m.

Nice night out with friends; dinner at their house.  We had fun.

Got home, parked the car.  Luther went ahead of me.  I was texting one of the girl's I'd been out with so it was a minute before I got out of the car.

Rounded the corner to our place, the door was open.  I got closer, the diet coke we'd bought was scattered all over the floor.  I realized so was Luther.

He was on the floor choking.

This is our life.  This is it.  Super panic but try to stay calm.  Can you breathe?  Can you breathe?  I kept asking him, trying to hold his head to see if I could steady him.

Get me off the floor, he said.  Or gasped, really.  It's cold.  I have to get up.

We tried.  Several times.  He couldn't get up.  For lack of a better term, he was dead weight.  I got a chair, thinking he could use that to grab.

But I had to get his arms up to the chair.  Pull on his hips, get his hips square - he was all heaped in a tangled up mess.

Still coughing, choking, gasping for air.  I told him to kneel for a moment, catch his breath.  No, no, I want to get up.

He thinks he's bruised some ribs.  His whole side hurts.

We got him up two flights of stairs (damn townhouse!) and in to bed.  My trooper.

I can't sleep now.

Other than the day of the diagnoses, this has been officially the most scary moment so far.

Bracing for things to come.

2 comments:

  1. Tell Ed that we are thinking of him and miss him. My thoughts are also with you Lynn and I am so glad that Ed has you to hep him through this difficult time.
    Elaine

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    1. Hi Elaine. Ed was so tickled to get your message! I was happy to deliver it. Thanks so much for thinking of him (and me!).

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