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Sunday, March 1, 2015

The Harder They Fall

I had a two-hour later start Friday morning following a full snow day on Thursday. At 7 a.m. I had a call from Bruce advising of the following:

He left for work at 0545, but fell down the front, concrete steps. It hurt a lot, but he didn't want me to fall down on the same black ice, so he went to Walgreens to get cat litter to put on the stairs. He came home and spread it out.  I found that humbling, to say the least.

Then he left for work again, but once that he had been on the road for a while, he wasn't feeling so great.  He wanted to come back and go to the emergency room. Could I meet him at the Naval Hospital?

He passed out and started shaking at the ER, so they hooked him up to a heart monitor and tried to figure out what was going on.  After spending the whole day with these wonderful corpsman, doctors and nurses, seems that he had lost nearly a pint of blood internally due to how hard he fell.  A cat scan and blood tests followed to ensure that he wasn't continuing to bleed.  He was not and was allowed to return home with plenty of pain pills.

The pic shows about 2/3 of the injury.  The rest is on the right side and on his bum.