ROOM WITH A VIEW

Skyline of Atlanta

It's been eight weeks since we were ushered into the room, from the Emergency Room, with this view.  We spend two nights here after Hubby fell coming out of the attic of  his work shop and sustained a compression fracture of his L1 vertebra.  The injury has been very painful, but he was so fortunate that his injuries weren't worse, but it has been a l-o-n-g eight weeks, especially for some that is always moving and working and doing something.  Now the physical therapy starts, which should be lots of fun.  I call them physical terrorists.   

 We also had a bird's eye view of the landing pad for the medical helicopters.  We decided they must be delivering or picking up body parts (we were at a level 1 trauma center) for transplant purposes, because the helicopters were too small to be delivering patients with severe injuries.  Our friend, Jason, gave me a complete narrative of what was happening on the ground, when a helicopter flew in, during his visit.  

It is really scary when your beloved hubby has to be transported to the emergency room via ambulance.  I can't say enough good things about the EMTs that responded to my 911 call.  They were here in less than five minutes.  When they decided they were taking him to a level 1 trauma center I knew we might have some real problems.  They were so kind to me and allowed me to trail them down the interstate to the hospital.  When we arrived at the ER I was able to park and walk right in with them.  However, when we got inside my heart sank, there was a very long line of stretchers in the hallway.  I just knew we would be out there for hours.  Not so.  A nurse came up to us and said it would be a minute before a room was ready and in less than five minutes we were in a room and Hubby was receiving medical attention.  Oh yeah, our county sent us a bill for $790 for that ride.  I just pray our insurance will cover that cost.  

It's my prayer we never have to be in any hospital room again, even one with a view.