What a weekend

Ok... it all started on Thursday. I know it's hardly the weekend. Mom went to see a doctor about a medical condition she's been dealing with for the past month. It hasn't cleared up and so her regular doctor sent her to a surgeon.

A couple weeks ago she had some blood work done and they noticed her hemoglobin was low. Since then I've been joking that she's turning into a vampire. Funny thing... when she went to see the doctor her hemoglobin was even lower and they immediately scheduled her for a transfusion on Friday. Needless to say I gave her the usual speech about staying away from sunlight, crosses, and pointy wooden sticks. She was very grateful for the advice.

On Friday they gave her two units and she was feeling better then she had been the last couple weeks (all she needed to do was feed >:) ). They scheduled her for surgery on Tuesday.

Fast-forward to Sunday morning about 4 a.m. Her husband, Wayne, sometimes has issues with sleepwalking. It's rather annoying and rather disturbing. He can carry on a conversation and then not remember it the next day. He can even cook and eat. It doesn't happen often, but it did happen this morning.

Anyway we're all woken up to a loud bang, crash, and the sound of moaning. I hear mom rush out and start yelling for my brother, Kyle. She's upset and panicked. Obviously I can put two and two together and surmise that Wayne has fallen down the stairs in his sleep walking state.

I exit my room and look down the stairwell. All I can see is a puddle of blood and a wad of paper towels at the bottom. I'm not one for REAL blood and gore. The fake stuff is about all I can take, so I stay put where I am.

Mom comes up the stairs and proceeds to call an ambulance. Wayne in the mean time is asking to lay down, and Kyle is dutifully telling him no. In what seems like no time a police officer arrives. Shortly after and ambulance arrives and I'm thinking how the neighbors are getting a show.

They ask you a lot of questions when they come to pick you up. What's the date, how old are you, which hospital do you want to go to, what medications are you on, the list goes on.

An hour and a half later Kyle and I are left to clean up the entry way and mom is off to the hospital (and calling us three times along the way). It turns out he's got stitches above his right eye, a fractured eye socket, and a fractured right wrist. They have to do surgery Monday on his eye socket and will keep him until Monday to Tuesday.

So now to recap. Wayne has surgery on Monday, Mom has surgery on Tuesday. Her comment was that he always has to one up her on these kinds of things. So I'm going to be checking about getting Tuesday off so that I can take mom in for surgery and maybe bring Wayne home.

Boy... what a weekend.

Darren