Yesterday, hubby hurt his elbow. I came home to him on the couch with an ice pack on his left arm. Oh geez, what now?! Apparently, he heard a “pop” when lifting something at work, and now does not have full range of motion in his elbow, nor can he rotate his wrist. There is no bruising, but a quick trip to Dr. Google suggests his bicep tendon has torn off the bone. Lovely.
When he went to bed last night, he said he would see how he feels in the morning to determine if he went to work today. So, his alarm goes off at the normal time (3:45 a.m.), and he gets out of bed. About 45 minutes later, he is back in bed texting, then his phone rings. His ringer, always on full volume, is the sound of the buzzer when the Blackhawks score. So it’s loud. VERY loud.
I have gotten used to sleeping past 7:00 a.m. pretty quickly, and I was more than a little annoyed that someone was calling him so early. His boss. They have the conversation. “Yes, it’s pretty painful.” Pause. “Yeah, I heard it pop.” Long pause. “I’ll head to the doctor today.” The word doctor made me realize I was changing my plans today.
He makes a phone call later in the morning. The doctor won’t take him. I start looking for orthopedic doctors in the area. Find one, call, talk to the receptionist, explain the situation. She states they are doing triage over the phone (??), so she is putting me through to a nurse. A few minutes later, hubby is on the phone with the nurse. He explains everything, and then he listens. “Okay, thank you.” Apparently, due to the “current health crisis”, they are not taking in any patients unless it is an emergency. They recommended he NOT go to the ER (duh!).
So after the governor’s speech and “stay at home” order, I went to Walgreens and bought him a sling. I guess we will just have to hope for the best for now. Wish me luck!