Delaware/DC/Maryland the accident.
Delaware Day 2.
We woke up around 10 a.m., and I was dying to get some Ocean time. We went downstairs for breakfast. I decided to play it fast and loose and yet again enjoy some of the local food you just don't get at home. This ended up being Scrapple.
Traditionally a mush of pork scraps and trimmings combined with cornmeal and flour, and spices. The mush is formed into a semi-solid congealed loaf, and slices of the scrapple are then pan-fried before serving. Scraps of meat left over from butchering, not used or sold elsewhere, were made into scrapple to avoid waste.
B. did warn me but, I didn't think it would be that bad. It's mushy and does not taste like chicken. It tastes like a sad pig's face. Not great. I had some Mimosa's to help that mess go down. Then it was off to the water. It was 9/11/11
So you have made it through our entire trip. Here is where it gets bad.
Brian and I grabbed our boards and went out. For a good 20 min.'s we nearly mastered the art of body boarding. If you caught the wave just right and leaned into it, you would go from waste deep water to the edge of the sand riding a wave. Fun no?
I started for the beach to sit down because the smoker in me was about to die when I turned and looked at Brian. He was facing me, and a wave hit him knocking him down. I didn't think anything of it. I had been knocked down twice, and while it was scary, I was fine. I watched and noticed he didn't pop right back up as he had been. Then I saw him face down. I thought for a moment he was just messing with me. (sick joke, but we are sick people) I started out toward him and realized this was no joke. Getting out to him is blank for me. I saw him; I remember flipping him over and seeing his face covered in blood, he was choking on it. I couldn't touch where we were. The undertow had taken him out where It was deeper. I don't know how I got him in without us both not drowning. I remember screaming. We were not alone. We had people all around us. Nobody came to help. I screamed staring at B & W who were napping; finally, B. heard me and came running out. He helped me get Brian the rest of the way in. I got to about waste deep and couldn't pull him anymore. He told me he couldn't feel anything and he was paralyzed.
The waves kept coming and going onto his face; he was choking on the water until B. came to help me. We got him to the sand, and finally, the lifeguards came running. Someone finally walked up and called 911. They didn't do a lot with him. I know I didn't hear a thing going on around me. Brian didn't talk. I just sat over him and shielded the sun from his eyes. Finally, someone told me I needed to get back. I finally really lost it. Thank God for B. who kept me on my feet and calmed me down. The ambulance showed up, and They loaded Brian on a backboard with a neck brace and onto a John Deere Gator type vehicle that drove us up to the waiting ambulance.
As we rode up, I just looked straight ahead. I remembered thinking if he were paralyzed, he would give up. Brian said he wouldn't want to live if that had happened to him. Some woman with a big camera came up to the front of us and took a photo. That pissed me off.
We made it to the ambulance. They wouldn't let me in the back. I had to ride in front. It was the longest drive of my life. She wouldn't let me get up to look in the tiny hole to see in back, so I used my phone and reached up and took photos to see what they were doing to him. (I had grabbed my towel and phone while they loaded him on the gator.) We drove to Lewes, Delaware. There was no siren, no hurry. This was my life, his life, our lives, where was the urgency? Brian was terrified, and bleeding from somewhere. I didn't know where, so I was scared.
We got to the hospital, Both of us in our bathing suits full of sand. They took his BP, asked him questions. I filled out the necessary paperwork, and we tried to explain what exactly had happened the best we could. I asked Brian if I should call anyone and he gave me a firm no. Why scare anyone until we know what is happening.
I needed help; I sent an SOS to my sister, brother-in-law, and mom. I needed some reassurance and prayers. They delivered. Brian moved his feet and arms.
We weren't there long when B & W showed up. They had gathered our stuff and had taken it to our room. In all honesty, the rest is a blur of W calling Brian's mom because I couldn't bring myself to, some talking and lots of tests. They took blood, ran an IV, CT Scan, MRI, etc. I couldn't even tell you how long we were there before we got some answers. Maybe 5 hours? His spinal cord was bruised. The strength in which he hit the sand had jarred his Spinal Cord very hard, and it was swollen. His cheek/eye socket was broken, and his nose was broken in two places. B & W brought me some clothes, so I went to change and cry. I dumped about 10 lbs of sand out of my suit and got some clothes on. I noticed I had Brian's blood all on my suit and my towel. When I got back to the room Brian was laying flat, his pulse dropped, he was white, and his BP dropped. ! It happened a few times; they told us his body was in shock. We found out this is common with a spinal injury. B helped Brian out, talking, and joking. We have used a lot of humor to get through this mess.
B and W stayed the entire time. B went outside with me a few times while I smoked, so I had company, I called Brian's brother and sister to explain the situation. I couldn't get a hold of his parents, so I went back in.
One time when I stepped outside to have a breakdown I passed a girl about my age in a wheelchair waiting on the curb. She asked if I was with that guy who got hurt at Rehoboth Beach. I said yes. She asked how he was, I told her. She then told me she had gone into the water after our ordeal and broken her legs.
W. went outside with me a few times, to keep me sane and I called my mom and brother-in-law. I lost it. When I got back, Brian could move his hands and offered this photo to send his brother to make him feel a bit better.
The hospital staff told us there were 108 water rescues and two deaths the day before. Maybe the beach should have been closed. Maybe we should have been told to enter at our own risk. Maybe we should have had common sense. I don't know.
B & W made sure he was okay before they took me to the hotel to shower and change. I hated leaving, I was green and tried my hardest not to throw up. They talked to me, made me feel better and helped me get my stuff together to get back to the hospital. While I showered, B went and got us food for the hospital. I walked out onto the balcony to get one last look at the ocean. The moon was coming up, and it was beautiful. How could something I love so much be such and asshole?
I got some stuff, and we headed back. By then they had moved him upstairs. He was not in his room, yet, but they were making him walk into the room and We watched around the corner. It was about the most amazing thing I have ever seen! We got in there, and he was looking much better. A little swollen but, better than he should have given what we just went through. He couldn't get up to use the bathroom due to everything he was hooked up to so I had to help him. He was still numb in the hands, but they moved. B & W hung out joked, and we talked about skunky, and how well the trip had been up to today. I didn't ask if I could stay, I assumed I could. The nurse told me they didn't allow people to stay but since it was our anniversary, I could tonight. B&W went out and got Brian some Rolos, me some saltines (because I was still sick) and some other snacks. They also brought in our sandwiches and said they were headed to the hotel. They would pack us up and hope he got released the next day. Brian and I had our anniversary dinner. He had Rolo's & his Turkey Sub, and I had my amazing Ham Sandwich and saltines.
At about 11 Brian said he was tired and needed to try to sleep. I sat in my chair with a sheet and tried to sleep but, there was to much running through my head. I found my favorite guilty pleasure on TV (New Jersey Housewives), and I was set.
After a night of no sleep and puking up salt water, I got up at 6:30 am with a sore throat. I walked a few blocks to the Rite Aide Pharmacy and found, it didn't open till 8. So I stood in the parking lot watching people. It was Monday morning; kids were walking to school, old folks had their puppies out. It was a beautiful day. Finally eight a.m came, and I got in, got my cold medicine, some snow globes for the nieces and a sweet "don't bother me, I'm crabby" coozie. That was my Delaware souvenir shopping trip.
I walked back to the hospital, and we waited for the Ortho Doc. to tell us what the plan was. He told us, Brian could leave the hospital but not fly yet. He had to have steroids to get the swelling in his spinal cord to go down, and pneumonia shot so he didn't get sick from any water he may have in his lungs. We were thrilled he got to leave the hospital but, sad we had to change our plane tickets and B & W's plans.
B & W got back, and Brian was quickly discharged. We discussed whether we should stay in Delaware or try to get back to DC to B's Parents house. They had an elevator so Brian could get up to our room with no problems.
We had a three-hour drive ahead. We stopped at Walgreen's and got Brian's med's, drinks and B. got more sandwiches.
We slowly drove back to DC. We stopped once so Brian could use the restroom. I got myself an ice cream cone, and we were off again.
Luckily we were getting into D.C. while everyone else was getting off work and trying to leave. I enjoyed this drive back! I had some Valium in me on the way out, on the way back I was seeing everything for the first time. Here is your anti-drug PSA. Want to remember your vacation? Do not take a Valium.
We made it back to B's parent's house. I don't remember too much because I was so tired everything was starting to blur. We got Brian in the elevator and up to our room. We laid down and next thing I know a few hours later, I could hear laughter and smell food.
I bet your starting to think the moral of this story is "Food is great" maybe it is. Brian and I made it downstairs to see my Soul Sister, L. (B's sister) and her husband, B., W. and B's parents sitting eating and watching football. The chicken, oh lord the chicken. It was the most amazing chicken I have ever had. And the sauce, the delicious sauce. I wanted to shower, shave, and live in that sauce. It was incredible. We sat and listened to B's mom and sister read some of his old camp letters. It was exactly what I needed. We laughed, ate and felt at home. There was no, "What happened" It was just a hug, and them saying they were sorry this happened. Thank God for that. Brian didn't want to talk about it yet. They were all so kind.
We finished eating and were still wiped out. We said goodbye and headed upstairs. We were out for the most of the night. At this point, Brian was still in a ton of pain, so we were up a lot but, still more comfortable than that hospital. The next day, we got up, and B. took me to get my Bagel with Lox and Black and white cookie.
I was in, food heaven! Brian rested all day on the couch. He still didn't have any feeling in his hands, and his eyes were bothering him. He had his contacts in and sand had gotten under them and scratched up his eyes. So he rested with his "money shades" he had bought in DC at the money place because he forgot his sunglasses.
While we all just hung out and chatted most of the day. I wanted to do something for B.'s parents for letting us stay there, so W & I walked down to a local store and bought some purple flowers and a card. Brian's wrists were also in a lot of pain, so B & W went and bought him some wrist guards. They have been a blessing. He sprang both wrists when he put his hands out to stop himself. (We didn't know that until we got home) That has been the most painful thing so far.
That night we had our flight scheduled. We said our goodbyes, took a group photo (since we hadn't got one yet, and I insisted!) and headed to the airport. We left a bit early so we could beat traffic. We made it in a great time and got Brian a wheelchair, so he didn't have to walk. He could but, his strength was meager due to the injury.
We went through security. I "randomly" got selected to stand in the clear glass box with air holes. It was slightly embarrassing. A large security guard came over and gave me the third degree about the snow globes. He had to confiscate them because there was no way of telling what kind of fluid was in them. That was sad for me but, fine as well. Whatever they are doing to keep us safe is working, and I will not argue for one second about them taking them away.
We sat at the Samuel Adams Bar and had a drink and some food. I had a delightful BLT. It was ok, after all the food I had on this trip, the airport BLT failed to impress. I did some shopping at the airport. I had to get some DC stuff! We had missed all the tours we had set up for Monday, so I didn't get much. So, I bought Hats, Sweatshirts, a bobble head. You know things you NEED in life. We had some laughs, Brian stood up for some reason, and W. yelled "It's a miracle, he can walk" to which the bartender at the Sam Adams Bar yelled, "Hallelujah! It's a miracle, Praise Jesus!"
We got Executive boarding and prepared for take off. I was sad to leave but, ready to get home. We planned on getting to B & W's around midnight and staying there because traveling was rough on Brian.
I got to see the Capital, Washington Monument, all kinds of amazing stuff during taking off. It was a very quick flight. I let Brian take my phone and watch "My Boys" I read "Bossypants" by Tina Fey. I highly recommend it. Before we knew it, we were ready to land. We were a half an hour ahead of schedule. We got off the plane in no time, got our vehicle, and got to B & W's in record time. The next morning Brian was ready to get home to his own bed. We said goodbye and hit the road. We stopped at Target to get some TP, food, etc. I left Brian in the car because he was tired. I grabbed him some water and went in. I came back out to a very thirsty Brian waiting for me to open his water. I had apparently forgotten how bad it was. We stopped in Auburn to see my mom and let Brian use the restroom.
We were in the door for about 20 minutes when W's mom came by with dinner. A pot roast. It was well needed.
It was like taking care of a newborn. I was up at night with him, when he was thirsty, when he had to go to the bathroom, and when he took naps during the day, I didn't heed the advise of sleep when he sleeps. I decided to clean the house, do the dishes, run errands around town, do laundry and try to forget what was happening in my home.
Physically today, almost three weeks after the accident Brian has full feeling in two of his fingers. He can feed himself, use the bathroom, and just started trying to walk the dogs. I'm fighting him on that. He just wants to get out of the house. He is going to work for about two hours a day just to sit and talk. He is lonely. I'm exhausted. Trying to keep everyone fed, clean and comfortable is hard. I haven't slept through the night since it happened and I have nightmares. Brian just started talking about it. He's had a hard time. He said he pretty much-made peace with God and thought he would die.
Last weekend we had a scare with my 19-month-old niece. She was sent to the hospital due to a large infection. This piled more of an emotional and physically draining toll for us both. Now she is working on getting well, and she is happy. She and I have a special bond. I'm not sure what it is but, we understand each other. lol. It sounds funny, but it's true. Please say a prayer on a speedy recovery for her as well and strength for her amazing mommy and daddy.