Oh the weird flashbacks I had today

A few years ago, Jeff was sick: ICU, difficult to diagnose, loaded up with drugs-- frighteningly sick.

Today would not have registered as anything too weird, were it not for the time of year, but it is alms the same time, to the week!  We sat in emergency for hours, because he had a weirdly swelling foot.  Bite?  Probably, bone spur? Could have been...he's done enough to his ankles.  Strain/sprain?  Equally probable....This time though, everything seems more simple, and localized...but I feel compelled to name that feeling!  That feeling is called a deep echo of fear! Dealing with it meant reminding myself that everything was minor. This was not that.  It was intellectually fascinating though, to feel all of that past experience come back so easily.

The time in emergency waiting on the x-ray meant we had so much time to reflect.  Other happy difference included both of us being conscious, no convulsions, etc...etc... But he did have an IV, which despite my knowledge of and experience with, I still find it to be "ick".  We planned and chatted about the move.  We now have an even longer to-do list; which is something we had to do anyway-though I'd have picked the kitchen table with a coffee.  We were pretty productive though, with a couple little superheated paper cups of machined coffee, in the procedure room of the ER.  I think it might have had something to do with the kids being home.

In the midst of our wait, we got the call from the kids at home that somehow, Middle Man managed to set the elliptical only his foot, causing injury.  Getting a call from home about an "accident" isn't fun.  Tangling with the memories of Mays past, and the call felt a little like being pranked.

Instructions to ice that! were provided, along with a request to double Ziploc the ice, and to use a towel so there were no puddles.  And, not to be too cold (good ice joke ya?!), but when I focus lightly on the injury and more on the logistics of treatment, the calming down seems to happen more readily.  He's alright, but sore.

Ready for the week...antibiotics, a healing foot, a move to plan and execute, and that's all!

Cheers and chao!