Tragedy Strikes

Well I wasn't at work yesterday, and I'm extremely busy today so here is a quick a dirty littly update.

Recently, my wife and I have been going to the gym regularily. Usually 3-4 times a week. We always play squash for about an hour and then do weights. We probably only do weights 3 times a week at most. So, our trips to the gym were going fairly well, and we were getting in shape. I'm actually starting to see muscle tone on my body. WooHoo, someday I'll be a meathead!!

Anyway, on Tuesday night tragedy struck. We had played two really long but good games of squash, in which my wife beat me both times. She was basically kicking my ass up and down the court. We took a quick breather and then started playing our third game. I think we were only a few points in when I was up towards the front wall and hit a shot, and then I heard my wife crash and cry out. I of course quickly rushed to her aid, and she was in a lot of pain. Someone else had also heard and ran off to get the gym staff.

She had landed on the outward facing side of her foot and collasped. She said she heard a crunching noise and was in a lot of pain. I feared the worst, I thought she had broken it. With the help of the friendly gym staff and a wheel chair we were off to the hospital.

We've been down in the states for 2 and half years and have never really had a need to go to a hospital. Plus, we've only been in New Jersey since January, so we actually had no idea where a hospital was, but as it turns out we actually live really close to one (5 mins to be exact). My wife was embarassed by the whole incident and kept apologizing to me. She felt like such a fool injuring herself playing squash. I kept reasuring her that injuries are common in all types of sports and athletics and to not .

We got to the hospital (after asking someone where it was) and I went in got a wheel chair and wheeled her in. So, there we are waiting in the hospital emergency room still in our gym clothes. My wife was very nervous, and I did everything in my power to try and comfort her. Her foot was hurting a lot.

We actually didn't have to wait that long, I think after about 15-20 minutes we went back for a quick assesment, filled out some paper work and then were taken into an emergency room. You know the ones with the little curtain. I did my best to keep morale high by cracking jokes, but apparently I told a few good ones, because she was laughing so hard she caused herself even more pain. Silly me.

While we were waiting, this one older gentlemen with two older ladies kept trying to sneak out of the emergency room to have a smoke. To the point where the nurses had to call security to bring him back. He was apparently loaded, and the hospital was liable for him, so he was not allowed to leave the premises. From looking around and listening in the emergency room it looked to be more like a drunk tank than anything else.

Finally the doctor saw us, and sent us back for an X-ray. Wow, I needed to see a doctor to tell me that. Sheesh. Anyway, the X-ray came back negative. It turns out that she had torn some ligaments in her foot. They fitted her with a self molding splint, gave her some crutches and sent her on her way.

All and all, the trip to the hospital wasn't that bad. We were there for a grand total of 2 hours, including the x-ray, and everything else. It could have been a lot worse. The nurse had said had we showed up the day before we would have been waiting 6-7 hours. I have to say that nurses are very nice and friendly and doctors are assholes. But well, who didn't know that right? It takes a certain amount of arrogance to become a doctor right? Ah well.

It wasn't really the evening we had planned, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been and we won't be playing squash for awhile. On Friday, we go to see the specialist, so that we can figure out what we need to do to get her back on track, and hopefully we can get her healed an healthy in no time.

Wednesday, I took the day off, so that I could help her out and I really didn't want to leave her at home alone for her first day on crutches. So, I tidied up the house, got her lunch, dinner, and basically waited on her hand a foot. She hated it. Today, she's at home alone and she just called me a few minutes ago to say that she's already had a shower and vacuumed. Can you believe that she actually vacuumed while hobbling. Man, she really doesn't know how to relax, I'll definately have to work on her.

Anyway, I have to run. Work is calling. I have to take off a bit earlier today so I can take the doggy out. The last thing I need is her hopping down three flights of stairs with a dog.