It was a Friday sometime in January. I had my niece over for the weekend. I walked with the kids and her to the gas station 7-11 and then we walked to Walmart to grab something to make for dinner.
My husband called me as we were walking out of Walmart. He was on his lunch break and I couldn’t wait for him to come home. Once we got home, I got the boys settled down for a nap.
It was around 4.30pm, I got a phone call from my husband’s work. I was told that he was involved in a work accident. His boss told me that he fell off a ladder at work. He was on the way to the hospital.
Once I had found someone to take me to the hospital, I went to see him. He was still in the waiting area when I got there. His right arm was in a sling and his left knee was hurting him real bad. He couldn’t even walk on it.
A nurse came to check his vitals and then looked at me and told me that it was best for me to go home with our son. She was afraid that he would get sick with the flu. So I called my friend up to pick me up. She went and got us some pizzas at Little Caesar’s.
Once I got home we had some dinner and I called my sister in law up to stay with Glen until he got discharged. It was around 9.30pm when my husband finally got discharged. They didn’t even give him any pain meds for the night.
He had broken his femur in his knee, he had to wear a cast for at least 6 weeks and after that he wore a knee brace. He doesn’t have full function with his arm, but it’s better than no function. Right?
I am just so happy, that he is alive. It could have been a lot worse. Everyday I am grateful, that he is here and be with us and our wonderful children
He is a great father and husband, who works hard for his family.
