Tuesday, December 6, 2011
I know what I’ve said. I’ve tried my best to hold a hard line on taking Riley to the Emergency Room. Maybe I’m not the bad ass I thought I was.
Yesterday, I had bills to pay and errands to run. I was out of the house by 9 AM and hoped to be back home by 1 PM when the bug guy was scheduled for a re-visit. I didn’t make it back in time, I was an hour late. When I realized I would be pushing the envelope, I called home to make sure Riley was awake and ready to let the technician into the house. I started calling at 12:45 PM, but there was no answer. I called every few minutes until I got within sight of my house.
I was irritated that Riley wasn’t answering, but I was also worried. I don’t answer the phone for unidentified callers. But, Riley, sees every call as an opportunity for a conversation. When I’m out of the house, he almost always picks up with “Good Morning, this is Riley.” After not answering the phone for so many times, I was definitely concerned.
When I got home, I went straight to his room and I could hear him snoring. I thought, OK. He’s fine. Now I could unload the car and put away the groceries.
I settled back down at my desk and began the task of writing a story for a contest I am entering. Riley came into the office and joined me in his seat across my desk. I wasn’t paying a lot of attention. That is – until I looked up and saw an alarming site.
I told him I thought I should take him to the ER. He refused saying that it would be better in the morning and that he was fine. He didn’t feel like he had a concussion, but he was just a little dizzy. He said not to worry about his eye (which was swollen shut) because he could see out of his other eye. I told him that wasn’t acceptable and that he may have really hurt himself without knowing it. I said, again, he should go to the hospital. The response was still – NO!
This morning, I was worried I would wake up and find Riley dead in his bed. I quietly listened at the door for sounds of breathing. OK. He was still alive. I went on with my morning, made the coffee, checked my e-mail, etc. When Riley arrived back at my desk he looked like he’d been beaten up with a brick. Oh, yeah, I guess he was actually. The brick won.
He told me his face and head were hurting him, but he was just fine. Hummm…. he didn’t LOOK fine. The entire left side of his face was black and swollen – much worse than the pix above shows. I said we really should have his head x-rayed. No, he didn’t want to go to the hospital. I suggested that I make an appointment with our family doctor. To my surprise, he consented to see our doctor’s physician assistant, Erica. I’ll make the appointment as soon as the office is open.
I know that I could have a temper tantrum and manipulate Riley into going to the hospital. I have my ways, as I’m sure any woman who has been married to a man for a long time, has her ways. But, I promised him I would not do that. I promised myself I would not do that – again. I don’t think asking him if he wants to go is outside my boundaries. I know I said I would ask only one time – but this felt different. So I asked more than once and I offered an alternative. I think I stayed within my boundaries. If I had come home and found him unconscious or if I got up this morning and felt he was not really “here”, I would have called 911. It’s what I’ve always said I would do.
Mental check: YES – I’m still a bad ass. Phew, I had me worried there for a minute.
at 8:01 AM