Fractured

Yesterday, I was supposed to go over to Drew’s so we could talk about the argument from a week ago.  We’ve made up, but hadn’t been abl;e to talk in person about it.  However, on Wednesday, he did put some incredible sweet things about me on Facebook.

"I am very luckey to have Kate as my wife to be after all the bs I have given her lately. She has realy shown me that she does care about me and I am now letting go of those fears that where making me doubt myself. So Kate is engaged to me and no one else and we are getting married in Dec 2013 maybe the sat before Christmas that year if she wants."

"I am engaged to Kate Workman who is worth all the world to and deffintently worth having for a wife"

Yeah, I definitely still want to talk to him, but yesterday turned out to be far from the best day to do it.  He hadn’t texted me by ten thirty, so I sent him a message asking what was up.  He said he was out taking care of something with his mom.  I said okay and figured he’d text me when he was done.  Then he sends me a message saying that he thinks he’ll have to go to the hospital because when he walked out of the bathroom at his mom’s house, he heard a crack sound from his ankle and fell on the floor.  He said his ankle was still killing him and I have to admit, the fact that he said he heard a crack sound immediately sent off red flags in my head of a break.

Well, he texted me about quarter to one that he was home and I should head over.  I got there about quarter after one and I wanna say we got to the hospital about one thirty, quarter to two.  We left at six.  Which actually isn’t all that bad, considering.  He wasn’t admitted, thank God.  But we were sitting in the emergency room waiting area for a good half hour before they brought us to this room where they just took his blood pressure and got address and medication info from him.  Then we went back to the waiting room.  (They’d gotten him a wheelchair and I’d gotten his shoe and sock off when we were in the waiting area the first time.)  Anyway, we were there about another ten minutes and then they said they had a room for him, so we went down this hallway, had to stay there against the wall for a little while until this woman with a moving podium came and got address, emergency contact, and insurance information.  A few minutes after that, he was brought into the room and got on the bed.  We were in there awhile and a nurse came in and was asking about the pain and where it centralized and radiated and how bad and what happened to him, then gave him a shot for the pain.  Then we waited.  Then he was taken to X-ray.  We got the results not too much after he was brought back to the room.  There’s a fracture.  It’s displaced a bit, (probably because he was walking around on it,) but it *appears* to look okay.  Okay for a break, anyway.  Well, they splinted it, and my God, I’ve never seen Drew in so much pain as when they splinted it.  But he survived, and they brought him for more X-rays.  Now, he makes an appointment to be seen by an orthopedist in a few days, maybe a week, and he’ll determine whether Drew’s foot will be casted or if he’ll need surgery.  I hope he dodges the surgery bullet.  If he stays off his feet and does what the doctors told him, hopefully, hopefully, hopefully, it’ll only need to be casted.

I stayed with him, though, from the time I picked him up till about ten last night.  I admit, I hate leaving him.  But I’m going over there again today after lab.  Which, by the way, I hate to look over and see if I can make sense of the homework.  So I’ll leave off now.

I’ll write more as it happens.