I brought Rusty home Monday.
My first job was to get her personal effects out of the wreck. I got to see by naked daylight just how bad it was. They got hit in the front passenger side, which explains why Ada Vanhorn got the worst of it. As Rusty said, the airbags “looked like used elephant condoms.” All of the piecey-parts from the road had been put into the passenger compartment, and had to be sifted through to find the glasses. Rusty’s were intact, but Ma’s frames were broken (possibly by the detached back door sitting on the back seat).
She called my cell and was ready for me. But it seems there were a million things to do before they could let her go. So she sent me off on some errands. I’d left the keys in the wreck…but that included her house keys and dog tags, so I had to get them. Then I was supposed to get an accident report from the Staties…but no, you have to send to Columbus. I had passed home and was on my way back when she called for me. She was pretty irritable by then. It didn’t help that I refused to go through the drive-through for cigarettes. We stopped at the drug store to get her scrips filled. She’d called and found out that she did NOT have prescription coverage on our insurance, and I found that incredible. Yet it was so; HR had simply neglected to put her in. The pain meds were no problem, but the injectable blood thinner at $50/day was scratched as Rusty wasn’t going to shoot herself in the stomach anyway…she’s on low dose aspirin and fish oil and seems fine. I did think better and buy some ciggies in the drug store; a good thing, as when I came back she was hobbling toward the door with her walker.
She’s having a fine time online with that favorite Scorpio idea of restitution. The perp (she has a name, but silence seems best for legal reasons) was only carrying state minimum liability ($12.5K/person), which isn’t enough. She’s having lots of visitors; Ike did the chores in the snow last night, Jeanie Jones and Ike’s wife Evelyn brought food over today. She had a hard night last night but got her first bath this morning, and the incision looks fine to us. It’s not fun; I have a new-found appreciation for just how much she does around the house
February 28, 2008 at 2:42 am |
I have an idea they prescribe Levanox on a ‘just because’ basis. I had it every day in the hospital, and ignored the prescription they gave me when I left. But I had to give it to my mother every day a week and a half when she came home from the nursing home. ( Did I get around to mentioning she fell in the house and broke her hip two weeks before me?) The home care nurse made a big fuss about it.
How did those front stairs turn out?
April 23, 2008 at 8:12 pm |
[...] My wife is a tobacco addict. It disgusts me. But I knew what I was signing on for when I married her. And as long as she uses ashtrays instead of the kitchen sink so that I don’t inadvertently befoul my hand, I can handle it. When she’s ready to quit, she’ll quit, and I’ll be there. But I can’t make her. [...]