Long Road to Recovery

 O’Lord, this wasn’t going to be easy.  I needed help right a way.

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A Crash Course in Nursing.

Picking up where I left off in my previous post, Crash of the Titan, a very long night was ahead of Bill and I. First challenge was getting him up the front stairs.  O’Lord, this wasn’t going to be easy.  I needed help right away.  I heard my neighbor outside, running around the house, I called out for assistance.  Thank God someone was there to help me lift and push Bill up the stairs.  He could barely move.  The morphine had worn off and every movement created sharp cries of pain.Toon Nurse

Now in the house, do I sit or lie him down?  Every movement caused him so much anguish.  Laying down caused the most pain and getting him back up was almost impossible.  It was a terrible idea. This is how I got him off the bed and my first failure as a nurse.  I gently placed the palms of my hands on his should blade and pushed.  Oh NO, NO, NO…and the screaming commenced. Jumping to the lower part of his back I forget about the eleven broken ribs.  Oh NO, NO…wrong move, more screams.  There was nowhere to place my hands to pry him off the bed!  One big push and he was up, gasping for air.  I remember falling to my knees and crying…uncontrollably.  It was the most helpless feeling I had ever experienced in my life.  Hurting the one I loved thinking I was helping him.  Sad Heart

Now I knew he was going to have to sit in an upright position for weeks.  Staggering down the hallway to the living room we went, searching out the biggest, comfiest chair we had.  This is where he slept for many weeks ahead.  I took to the couch to keep an eye and ear on him throughout the next week.  The children were old enough and available to assist me with taking care of Bill’s needs.  Our son, Ray, placed cinder blocks under the comfy chair raising it up enough for Bill to get out of it with ease, good idea.

The following morning our next challenge was bathing.  You know, they don’t give you a shower in the trauma unit, so to the shower, we go.  Bill was still covered in blood from the night before, he smelled like iron.  It seems like forever trying to wash away the dried blood stuck in his long hair. I gently avoiding the fifteen stitches in his head trying not to disturb the sutures.  What a nasty scar this is going to be.  The rest of the day was filled with scheduled medications, bathroom runs and making sure he was eating and drinking a lot of fluids.  Sleeping was his main activity, mine was watching him sleep.  cat eyes

Nothing changed much that day, it was the following day that raised an alarm.  Bill began to cough.  Coughing with broken ribs was more than enough to deal with but he was coughing up brown mucus.  The dangerous dark brown sorts, I then knew he was in danger.  Infection was settling in his lungs.  I had to get him to a doctor and quick.  

 

To Be Continued

 

 

Crash of the Titan

That eventful day started off like any other day, with a kiss good-bye and a “be careful”, he was a carpenter after all.

Our marriage started out pretty much as most newly wedded couples do with the exception of a horde of children.  Busy days of working, cleaning cooking, paying the bills.  My husband career choice was building houses, it was his passion.  It paid the bills and he enjoyed working with wood.  This was in the early 2000’s and we were in our early thirties.  Not thinking much about the future only living for the day and feeding hungry children.

That eventful day started off like any other day, with a kiss goodbye and a “be careful”, he was a carpenter after all.   I went about my daily routine of cooking and cleaning until… the phone rang.  It was his business partner, Bobby.  I knew something was wrong by the sound of his voice.  It was quaking, he sounded like he was going to cry.  Then he told me, “The building collapsed, Bill is hurt!”.  I think that’s what he said, I blanked out at that point.  All I knew was my newlywed husband was being airlifted to the nearest trauma unit in Atlanta.

 

What Happened??

Bobby tried to explain the best he could, “The storm from the previous night torqued the building’s frame out of position”, “We were trying to straighten the frame and the trusses (roofing frame) broke from under Bill’s feet.  He fell 16 feet to the concrete and the rest of the build fell on top of him”.  “I thought I killed him!”

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As soon as Bobby could get to the house, we drove to Atlanta.  Bill was in pretty bad shape.  Eleven broken ribs, broken collar-bone, twelve stitches to the head.  I never once thought how I was going to take care of him, only how I was to get him home.  I thought I would have a day or two to figure that one out, but silly me, this is Bill we are talking about.

As Bobby and I were driving to Atlanta, Bill and the Doctor had made an agreement.  Bill wanted to go home and the Doctor wanted him to stay.  The Doctor told Bill if he could walk to the counter and check himself out he could go home.  Well…that’s exactly what he did.  After bumming a cigarette from the nurse on duty,  having a brief smoke, he dragged his butt back into the hospital.  The orderlies poured him back into the bed.  That’s my husband.  Is he a Titan?  I think he would have made a good one.

Clash of the Titans
Struggle of the Titan

Juiced up on more morphine then most people could possibly handle, he waited for us to bring him home.  I was utterly surprised when the hospital released him.  I had no clue how I was going to take care of 6 foot 3 inch, 225 lb man with a ba-gillion broken bone.  This was the start of our new life together.  This was our first challenge.  Could we handle it, would our marriage make it?  I had to make sure he would survive his injuries now and those to come.

 

 

Honeymoon at Belle Acres Resort

I researched secluded camp grounds in North Georgia and there I found, Belle Acres Resort, a camping resort for nudists!

Our First Experience Camping…Going Nude.

In my last post A Start to a Healthy Relationship I ended my memories with possible ideas for a honeymoon spot.  We were both married before and we were looking for a new experience, something totally different.  We both liked the idea of a mountain retreat and camping.  How could we create an exceptional memory that was unique, memories we would never forget.

I researched secluded campgrounds in North Georgia and there it was, Belle Acres Resort, a camping resort for nudist!  Ok, this piqued my curiosity.  How many people did I know could say they spent their honeymoon with nudists?  I loved the idea. However, it took a little more effort to convince my husband to forgo his clothes and enjoy the forest, naked.

We had all sorts of misconceptions of what we would find when we got there.  Would people stare, would we feel awkward or would there be unwanted attention?  None of those things happened.  I will admit it took a six-pack on the drive up ( I drove) for my husband to calm his nerves before we checked in.  We were greeted with the most gracious hospitality we could have expected.  The owners made us feel so welcome and at ease.  They were tickled that we chose their piece of heaven to spend our honeymoon.  They nick-named us the “honeymooners”.

It took me no time at all to strip my clothes and enjoy all that campgrounds had to offer.  Bill, well…he took his time.  I will never forget the image of my husband dressed only in flip-flops, a towel around his neck and a cooler in hand.  Of course, there was a six-pack of ever calming liquid hidden in that box.  We were making our way to the community pool.

This is where all our preconceived notions of what we would find became unwarranted.  We were greeted by other camp guests with warm welcomes and the utmost respect.  Never once did we feel uncomfortable in the presence of other nudists.  No one starred or gawked at us.  Holding a conversation, there was direct eye contact, no wandering over body parts, it was not what I expected.  We were both pleasantly surprised.  How many people can say they played pool naked?

If you’re wondering about the facilities,  well it was almost 18 years ago.  At that time there was a huge community pool, activity center ( with pool table), and the largest hot tub I have ever seen.  While preparing to write this post, I went back to Belle Acres Resort’s website and was pleasantly surprised that the owners have made many great upgrades to the grounds.  It looks great, makes me wanna go back and experience my memories all over again.

So would I do it again, yes?  Would I recommend others to try the nudist lifestyle, sure? Don’t be timid or shy.  It’s totally natural and invigorating. An experience I wouldn’t trade for anything in this world.

Faith, the Final Frontier

Our journey started out on very rocky grounds, only with an idea.

I don’t consider myself a traditional religious person.  I consider myself, if anything, spiritual.  I call myself a tree hugger, feet planted firmly on the ground.  I lean toward the naturalistic way of living.  Our adventure back to the Deep South from Michigan has strengthened my natural faith in ways I could have not planned.

Our journey started out on very rocky ground, only with an idea.  We had no idea how we were going to accomplish such a crazy notion of selling all our belonging and finding a suitable, affordable camper to get us south.  It had been far too long since we had seen family and friends.  This was priority number one.

Besides the usual internet searching and researching, which took weeks on end, I meditated and visualized what our journey would look like as we made our way.   This was a daily activity, images and feelings of positive emotions surrounded me.  Within a months time, our dreams and ideas started to become reality.  The house and pick up truck sold, we bought ‘Dotty‘.  The Sterling took a few more weeks, but it sold too.

I don’t know if you want to call it fate or faith, but it all fell into place.  Our trip of 1100 miles finished without incident.  Were we plain lucky? I think not.  The luck didn’t stop when we got to Georgia.  We were offered a place to park the camper while visiting family and friends.  Another family friend called with a potential job offer for this Fall.  We met a very kind woman who offered us to park the camper on her land while making a few dollars by helping her with home repairs.

I’ve heard it said, “events happen for a reason”.  Well, something was looking out for us.  Our faith in the positive has gotten us this far.  Someone once asked, “Do we have plans for the future”? I quickly replied, “No, events just unfold, if we were to make plans, we may miss all the positive experiences that may come our way”.

 

“Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you’ll start having positive results.”

— Willie Nelson

“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so let us all be thankful.”

— Buddha