Sunday, July 20th @ 3am:
We are at the Herrington Inn & Spa spending the night after our friends beautiful wedding and a night of merriment. Josh, Trevor's best friend in from Arizona, is staying with us in our room and we have just returned after some drinks, dancing, and lots of fun. I immediately jump in the shower as I am sweaty from dancing and wet with rain. I'm in the shower for a few minutes when I hear, "KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK...KNOCKKNOCK KNOCK!!! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!!
"WHAT?!", I yell.
"Ummm....Kristin? Trevor just fell from the balcony!!", Josh shouts.
My mind stops and I jump from the shower..grab a towel and run to the balconies edge to see Trevor laying on the ground 3 stories below.
Thursday, July 31st @ 7:15am:
I am asleep in a guest bedroom upstairs at my in-laws. It is my belief that my husband is asleep as well, in his hospital bed in the dining room downstairs. I am dreaming when in the back of my consciousness I hear, "KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK...KNOCKKNOCK KNOCK!!! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!!
"Come in...", I sleepily say.
The door swings open and in a panic my father-in-law stands there and says, "Kristin, I walked into the kitchen and Trevor was standing there trying to make his way to the bathroom"!
"GODDAMMIT", I yell.
I grab a hoodie and zip it on as I practically tumble down the stairs to Trevor who, by now, has made it too the bathroom....and he's naked (because he can't get boxers on due to the pelvic fractures...but now he can walk??!! WTF??!) He is in considerable pain. I grab his Dad's office chair with wheels and help Trevor's naked ass on to the soft leather that his Dad will later sit on and do work from. He is squawking and moaning as I roll him to the side of his bed...and we maneuver him into a laying position with his legs elevated.
I shout, "You are the stupidest person I know! If you pull that shit again, I'm going to send your ass to a nursing home to get rehab! What the hell is wrong with you?"
Trevor meekly nods his head in agreement and keeps his mouth shut..because he knows I'm THIS close to punching him in the face.
I need a drink.....and it's not even noon.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Home...sort of.
Trevor (AKA: Spidey, Batman, The Amazing Rubber Man, or anything else you'd like to call him) is now home, since Saturday, at the my in-laws, in their dining room. He has a nice hospital bed with a gel mattress and trapeze to help him maneuver on his own in bed and a great view out to his Mom's beautiful garden. His dad and brother-in-law ran some cable up to a TV and he's all set with his PlayStation 2. We're going to embark on a marathon of the TV show Lost when we get a DVD player hooked up....that should take up at least a week or two of our time, right?
He will stay in bed for the next couple of weeks, work from home as he's able, and then head on over to the Orthopedic Surgeon's office August 13th via ambulance for xrays of his spine, pelvis and right hip. If all goes well he'll get permission to start more intense physical therapy and will begin walking with a walker (I'm thinking I'll spray paint a "Camo" design or flames on it). I made the appt. a little early because our Godson's 1st birthday party is on August 17th...and if Trevor is able to go he'd love to...so we're going to press our luck, see if the universe with throw Trevor yet ANOTHER bone and go in about 5 days early and see if he has healed enough to get is arse out of bed! The worst they can say is "no". His desire to get our of bed a little earlier is also spurred by the Ten Club tickets we have to see Eddie Vedder at the Auditorium Theatre on August 21st. He figures he'll be in a wheelchair and will be given a handicapped seat close to the stage. If Eddie happens to find interest in him and his situation I think we'll have to substitute the "Trevor was acting like a Jackass story" with - Trevor was trying to rescue a kitten, puppy, and/or elderly woman causing him to tumble three stories. Maybe then Eddie will kiss me and ask me to marry him...I mean tell Trevor he is his hero.
Thanks to EVERYONE for your thoughts, prayers, and healing vibes. They have surely carried us through this last week.
He will stay in bed for the next couple of weeks, work from home as he's able, and then head on over to the Orthopedic Surgeon's office August 13th via ambulance for xrays of his spine, pelvis and right hip. If all goes well he'll get permission to start more intense physical therapy and will begin walking with a walker (I'm thinking I'll spray paint a "Camo" design or flames on it). I made the appt. a little early because our Godson's 1st birthday party is on August 17th...and if Trevor is able to go he'd love to...so we're going to press our luck, see if the universe with throw Trevor yet ANOTHER bone and go in about 5 days early and see if he has healed enough to get is arse out of bed! The worst they can say is "no". His desire to get our of bed a little earlier is also spurred by the Ten Club tickets we have to see Eddie Vedder at the Auditorium Theatre on August 21st. He figures he'll be in a wheelchair and will be given a handicapped seat close to the stage. If Eddie happens to find interest in him and his situation I think we'll have to substitute the "Trevor was acting like a Jackass story" with - Trevor was trying to rescue a kitten, puppy, and/or elderly woman causing him to tumble three stories. Maybe then Eddie will kiss me and ask me to marry him...I mean tell Trevor he is his hero.
Thanks to EVERYONE for your thoughts, prayers, and healing vibes. They have surely carried us through this last week.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
The Things We Take for Granted
It's been a long day and I just flipped through the latest issue of Playboy that came for Trevor in the mail. Hey, I like the articles!
I felt so tired and my eyes were heavy from a long day by his side and a few hours on the floor nursing other peoples husbands to health as mine lay a few doors away in pain. Hard.
I turned the lights out..and that's when the sadness comes, when I begin to feel overwhelmed.
God. I want him here in bed, even though he sometimes makes annoying sounds as he fights his way to sleep. I just want him here to hold hands with and to snuggle with in the dark. I don't want to watch TV alone, where is he to fight with me about watching another damn stupid episode of Flipping Out? I know he is sleeping alone...in the hospital...I wonder if he is awake wondering where I am...or if he's in pain. I think of the many more weeks it will be like this and my heart is aching and the tears flow and I feel like I can't do it....and I feel angry with him for being so stupid and I feel sad for him and his broken body...and I feel selfish because I want him to know how hard these last few day have been, but I've been so strong for him...and he has no idea. I can't wait to see him in the morning but I dread the moments when the pain is unbearable and I can't make it go away and he looks up at me with those frantic and confused eyes..why am I letting him suffer?
I feel thankful that we have so much support...and I can feel the good vibes of love and healing....but all I want is my husband back in bed with me....and it feels like that day will be so far away and my heart bleeds and my eyes cry and all I want is the strong arms of my healthy husband and his warm chest to wipe my tears on.
I felt so tired and my eyes were heavy from a long day by his side and a few hours on the floor nursing other peoples husbands to health as mine lay a few doors away in pain. Hard.
I turned the lights out..and that's when the sadness comes, when I begin to feel overwhelmed.
God. I want him here in bed, even though he sometimes makes annoying sounds as he fights his way to sleep. I just want him here to hold hands with and to snuggle with in the dark. I don't want to watch TV alone, where is he to fight with me about watching another damn stupid episode of Flipping Out? I know he is sleeping alone...in the hospital...I wonder if he is awake wondering where I am...or if he's in pain. I think of the many more weeks it will be like this and my heart is aching and the tears flow and I feel like I can't do it....and I feel angry with him for being so stupid and I feel sad for him and his broken body...and I feel selfish because I want him to know how hard these last few day have been, but I've been so strong for him...and he has no idea. I can't wait to see him in the morning but I dread the moments when the pain is unbearable and I can't make it go away and he looks up at me with those frantic and confused eyes..why am I letting him suffer?
I feel thankful that we have so much support...and I can feel the good vibes of love and healing....but all I want is my husband back in bed with me....and it feels like that day will be so far away and my heart bleeds and my eyes cry and all I want is the strong arms of my healthy husband and his warm chest to wipe my tears on.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Dahna na na na, Dahna na na na nahna na na...BATMAN!!
I am in the hospital typing this, not as a working RN, but as a visitor to my husband who had a terrible accident late Saturday night, early Sunday morning. He fell 3 stories off of a hotel balcony onto concrete. He has three broken ribs, two fractured vertebrae, a fracture in his sacral spine, two fractures in his pelvis (one in the front and one in the back-picture a lifesaver broken in half), and a fracture at his right hip joint. He has a small internal bleed that seems to be stable and is in a lot of pain, but thankfully, that's being pretty well managed. This morning, he also had an IVC Filter placed to help prevent any blood clots from working their way to his heart or lungs.
By the grace of something or someone MUCH larger than us he has come away from that night with his life and no change in sensation or movement in his legs. Also, as far as the orthopedic surgeons can tell from the xrays and scans he's had, he will not need surgery. Tomorrow we will know more and a plan will be established. We are well, we transferred from the ICU of another hospital to the unit and hospital I work at, so it's like being at my home away from home. I can totally trust my fellow RN's and the surgeons here...also I can be a busy body here and have my hands in more of his care...that's kind of hard to do when you're in another hospital. We are SO THANKFUL for this outcome....like I said, our situation could be MUCH worse.
I know some of you reading this are close friends of mine and are probably FREAKING that I haven't called to tell you. Just know my minutes have been consumed by our situation and updating family and I'll give you a ring soon. It's just a bit hard to make the call that starts with, "hey, Trevor fell 3 stories onto the hard concrete ground and his body is broken, OHMYGOD!"
Some of us have nicknamed him Batman...others have taken to calling hime Spidey. :-)
By the grace of something or someone MUCH larger than us he has come away from that night with his life and no change in sensation or movement in his legs. Also, as far as the orthopedic surgeons can tell from the xrays and scans he's had, he will not need surgery. Tomorrow we will know more and a plan will be established. We are well, we transferred from the ICU of another hospital to the unit and hospital I work at, so it's like being at my home away from home. I can totally trust my fellow RN's and the surgeons here...also I can be a busy body here and have my hands in more of his care...that's kind of hard to do when you're in another hospital. We are SO THANKFUL for this outcome....like I said, our situation could be MUCH worse.
I know some of you reading this are close friends of mine and are probably FREAKING that I haven't called to tell you. Just know my minutes have been consumed by our situation and updating family and I'll give you a ring soon. It's just a bit hard to make the call that starts with, "hey, Trevor fell 3 stories onto the hard concrete ground and his body is broken, OHMYGOD!"
Some of us have nicknamed him Batman...others have taken to calling hime Spidey. :-)
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Life Changes
So. Trevor and I want to move sooooo badly. We've lived in our great little 1940's Cape Cod that is so cute for four years now...our first house together. However we are feeling so cramped and we want to get into a little bigger of a home before we start having kids. The problem is the shit-ass housing market. We wouldn't get what we paid for this house. That sucks. Also, we need more of a down payment to move up into a larger home. To get to that point quicker we have come to the conclusion that we need to rent our home and *cough* moveinwithmyinlaws.
Sigh.
This has been a hard option for me to comprehend. I am a grown ass woman. I think of waking up in the morning with oily skin and a squirrels nest for hair and walking down to the kitchen with no bra on, running into my father-in-law and I want to fall over and die. I think of coming home after a 12 hour nursing shift wanting to flop down on the couch and instead having to retreat to "my room" like a 16 year old. Not that common spaces wouldn't be available for our use...but sometimes you just want to be alone with a beer and HGTV and not have your mother-in-law asking if you want a cup of tea and and hour of "Dancing With The Stars".
On the up side we would live there for 12 months. 4 of those months they would be in FL at their winter place. We would save a crap ton of money. In the end we would be in a bigger house and possibly have an investment property (our current home).
My in laws are awesome people...very generous and kind. We are lucky to even have this option. Also, if it were my parents house we were moving into I would feel just as light hearted about this decision as Trevor does. The thought of it all just takes some getting used to.
I'll keep you updated.
Sigh.
This has been a hard option for me to comprehend. I am a grown ass woman. I think of waking up in the morning with oily skin and a squirrels nest for hair and walking down to the kitchen with no bra on, running into my father-in-law and I want to fall over and die. I think of coming home after a 12 hour nursing shift wanting to flop down on the couch and instead having to retreat to "my room" like a 16 year old. Not that common spaces wouldn't be available for our use...but sometimes you just want to be alone with a beer and HGTV and not have your mother-in-law asking if you want a cup of tea and and hour of "Dancing With The Stars".
On the up side we would live there for 12 months. 4 of those months they would be in FL at their winter place. We would save a crap ton of money. In the end we would be in a bigger house and possibly have an investment property (our current home).
My in laws are awesome people...very generous and kind. We are lucky to even have this option. Also, if it were my parents house we were moving into I would feel just as light hearted about this decision as Trevor does. The thought of it all just takes some getting used to.
I'll keep you updated.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
People Like This Exist, Scary.
My best friend Samantha of this blog sent me an email today with a link to this voicmeail recording.
Holy Mother of God. This man is IN-MOTHERF***ING-SANE. You MUST listen to this.....THE DOUCHIEST PHONE MESSAGE IN HISTORY.
P.S. Couldn't embed the message here becase blogger is the devil.
Holy Mother of God. This man is IN-MOTHERF***ING-SANE. You MUST listen to this.....THE DOUCHIEST PHONE MESSAGE IN HISTORY.
P.S. Couldn't embed the message here becase blogger is the devil.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Contests & Sexxxy Tattoo's
Check out Trevors new tattoo...HOT! I didn't upload the pictures here because sometimes Blogger is a stubborn whorebag.
Over the next 6 months Trevor will be getting a full sleeve tattoo completed by Patrick Cornolo of Speakeasy Custom Tattoo in Chicago. Theses first photos are a little squirrely because of the black and gray outlines. The black ink will continue to be seen after color is put in but the gray will not, giving the gray outlined areas the feeling of a painting. Patrick said that people might think that the tattoo is in the process of being removed...or that the tattoo artist is shitty but, in fact, it's just the first step of many towards a beautiful piece of permanent art inspired by our family ranch in South Dakota.
As far as the whole contest thing goes....my mom and I are engaged in a weight loss contest. It's called "The Sacred Toe Shake Challenge"....don't ask.
This September, Trevor, my Mom, my Dad, my Brother, and I are all going out to my in-laws winter home on Sanibel Island, FL for a week of R&R. It's been a long time since we've had a relaxing vacation and a REALLY long time since my folks have had a relaxing vacation. We are looking forward to good food, fishing, exploring, swimming, shelling, and late night chats on the porch.
Today while chatting about the trip, my my Mom said she'd like to lose 10lbs before we leave & with that we decided to make a contest out of it. So, whoever loses the most by the trip gets a $50 treat/souvenir of their choice, a tighter ass, and bragging rights. Little does SHE know, I'm already engaged in a weight loss challenge with my sexy lover Lance Armstrong and that I've lost 3 lbs as of today!
AHAHAHHHAAHHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
Over the next 6 months Trevor will be getting a full sleeve tattoo completed by Patrick Cornolo of Speakeasy Custom Tattoo in Chicago. Theses first photos are a little squirrely because of the black and gray outlines. The black ink will continue to be seen after color is put in but the gray will not, giving the gray outlined areas the feeling of a painting. Patrick said that people might think that the tattoo is in the process of being removed...or that the tattoo artist is shitty but, in fact, it's just the first step of many towards a beautiful piece of permanent art inspired by our family ranch in South Dakota.
As far as the whole contest thing goes....my mom and I are engaged in a weight loss contest. It's called "The Sacred Toe Shake Challenge"....don't ask.
This September, Trevor, my Mom, my Dad, my Brother, and I are all going out to my in-laws winter home on Sanibel Island, FL for a week of R&R. It's been a long time since we've had a relaxing vacation and a REALLY long time since my folks have had a relaxing vacation. We are looking forward to good food, fishing, exploring, swimming, shelling, and late night chats on the porch.
Today while chatting about the trip, my my Mom said she'd like to lose 10lbs before we leave & with that we decided to make a contest out of it. So, whoever loses the most by the trip gets a $50 treat/souvenir of their choice, a tighter ass, and bragging rights. Little does SHE know, I'm already engaged in a weight loss challenge with my sexy lover Lance Armstrong and that I've lost 3 lbs as of today!
AHAHAHHHAAHHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
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