I told you all last month that I would post about what happened with my husband in December. I’ve found myself with some quiet time this evening, so I thought this would be a good time to do so.
It all began the week between Thanksgiving and December. My husband was in the backyard preparing things for winter. He was walking across the back yard and forgot about the raised garden (railroad ties raised up around the garden to raise it above yard level). He tripped over the wood and fell. It’s important to note here, that he has a bad case of eczema and had some small sores on his knee, so to it was easy for infection to set in.
He came in hobbling a little bit, cleaned up and didn’t think much more about it. He started hobbling around even more and eventually couldn’t walk. I had to call 911 to come and help me pick him up. He thought it was just the one leg and it needed time to heal, so we told the EMT he could go.
The next day (or the day after, one of the two), on December 3rd my husband got down the stairs to the downstairs bathroom (we live in a split level) and he couldn’t get back up the stairs. In fact, he was on the floor at the bottom of the stairs and couldn’t even stand up.