Hubby had a scary incident yesterday. Apparently he got up in the night and fell between his bed and the closet door. Since we’ve both had terrible colds, and I snore, he’s been in our guest room, so I heard none of this.
He said when he woke up, in a pool of blood, he had no recollection of having gotten out of bed or of falling. Which is really weird because he has two large gashes on the top of his head. And the door and rug looked like there had been a murder in that room!
He didn’t come and get me, which I was really pretty angry about, and simply got back into bed. In the morning he told me about it, and I went about cleaning his wounds and dressing them with antibiotic ointment.
I admonished him for not coming for me, and I wanted him to go to the doctor, but he refused. So I told him he had to have a quiet day.
Then I went into the room and began cleaning the door, wall and rug. The wall and door was easy, but the rug was a three part process. (Thank goodness I have a carpet cleaning machine!) In the end, I got out all the blood and there is no stain.
Still I am worried about Hubby. He is 78 years old and has several health concerns. I’ll be watching him like a hawk and when he goes to the doctor again later this month, I plan to go with him.
Meanwhile, I am cooking good healthy meals for him, including blueberry muffins for his breakfast, and trying to make things easier for him.