This place looks vaguely familiar. I’m sitting in the cafe at Akron General Medical Center waiting to be notified that Brian is out of surgery. I’m going to make this quick because it will be my luck that the surgeon will page me while I’m doing this (and the pager just went off. Back soon).
Long story short. Brian had a tree accident on Monday. He was cutting down a tree for a friend and after he took the top off of it, it sort of peeled like a banana. The bark peeled away from the tree and came down on his right arm which was hooked in a V of the tree. It basically crushed it without actually breaking a bone (soft tissue damage). Unfortunately, he was trapped that way for about 5 minutes. He tried cutting the bark and tree with his chain saw but it ran out of gas in the middle (Murphey’s Law much?) So then he got out his pocket knife and hacked away at the bark until he could free his arm. In the meantime he had Bug call 911 because he was afraid that if he couldn’t get free he would lose his arm. An ambulance showed up and took him to the closest hospital ER (Community Health Partners – YOU SUCK!)
Yes, both Bug and Shorty were with him. He refused to leave the boys behind so they got their first ever (and hopefully last ever) ambulance ride.
CHP in Lorain took x-rays then sent him home with Vicodin. The only thing I was told to watch for was loss of feeling (he had some feeling, it just didn’t feel the same as his other arm) and for him to lose circulation in his hand. Pinch your skin. See how it goes white then pink when you let go? I was told to do that periodically to make sure it turned pink again.
CHP wanted us to see our family doctor within 24 hours so we set out this morning (Tuesday) to the doctor’s office. Our family doctor sent us to the Orthopedic specialists in Wooster and from there we were told to head straight to Akron. Phrases like “Time is of the essence” were relayed to us numerous times throughout the day.
They called ahead for us every place we went. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.
Once we arrived at Akron (remember how much I LOVED Akron last August?) Totally different scene this year. They were on top of it. From the time we got there – it was just under an hour and they had him prepped, x-rayed (again) and in surgery. And for a change, I wasn’t the second-class leprosy ridden citizen.
What he had was a called a Compression Injury (lack of blood flow and lots of tissue damage) and because CHP didn’t treat him properly, it developed into Compartment Syndrome. No clue really how that affects him long term. Please don’t Google “complications of compartment syndrome” and then click on the first result. The images were a little much for my stomach. Thank GOD I haven’t eaten much today. I did find this bit of information on Compartment Syndrome and it has no graphic images and explains things much better than I can (including how they are treating it!)
He’s out of surgery now. More surgeries will follow. Until I have talked to Brian and see him, this is as good of an update as I’m putting out there. It’s just easier for me to direct everyone here to read what happens than to try and shorten it to a Facebook update or even 140 characters on Twitter.
So as you can see I wrote most of this yesterday while I waited to go up to Brian’s room. I’m on my way to the hospital now. I did talk to him briefly and he’s asking for real food. Apparently his hospital food doesn’t cut it so I’m taking him something from Subway (eat fresh. eat healthy).
The kids started school today. If it weren’t for the trip into Akron today, tomorrow and the rest of the week, I’d say this week is down right perfect. So sadly, I didn’t get to have my celebratory margarita when the kids got on the bus. Instead I made arrangements to have Brian’s truck brought back home, child care for Peanut, a list of things for the kid to do when they get home tonight and I have (for the first time ever in my life probably) planned all of this week’s dinner and even breakfast on Saturday. I’ll likely cook tomorrow’s dinner tonight because unless something changes, Brian will be back in surgery tomorrow and I’ll be there, waiting and working again.
Don’t worry, I will try not to make a habit of this kind of high level organization.
If I’m writing for you, I’m working at the hospital this week. If you can’t find me, you’ll have to call me or email me. Otherwise it’s probably not that important (at least I hope not).