From past threads and posts I’ve made, some of you may be familiar with my wife’s health problems. To sum up, she has arthritis, diabetic neuropathy, is legally blind, and was recently diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. All of this has made her very unsteady on her feet, with stairs being particularly troublesome.
Last Friday I had a morning doctor’s appointment, after which I ran a few errands. Midafternoon I decided to take a nap before proceeding with the housework. Before doing so, I make sure that my wife is comfortably set up in the living room.
When I wake up I pull on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and head downstairs (our bedroom is on the second floor). When I get to the living room my wife is not in her chair. I start down the hall to the kitchen, but when I pass the basement door I notice it is open; then I hear my wife call my name. I look down and there she is, lying on the floor at the bottom of the basement stairs.
We end up going to the emergency room, because she is, as she described it, “a big pain.” Everything hurts but nothing appears to be broken; x-rays, including a c-spine, confirm this. Not surprisingly they decide to keep her overnight. Unfortunately, the pain in her neck and back is so bad that they have to put her on painkillers strong enough that she’s barely conscious. Yesterday they are finally able to reduce the dosage, although she’s still so groggy that I have to feed her supper. Today she was better, and they may be releasing her soon. However, she may have to spend some time in an assisted living arrangement until they’re sure she can manage by herself.
And what started all this? She had decided that she was going to try to help out by doing a few loads of laundry. We have a friend who comes in twice a week to help with housework (including laundry); I have told her repeatedly that there’s no reason for her to try to go down to the basement, particularly since the stairs are steep and she’s complained in the past that she doesn’t like to use them.
In a recent thread I joked about the fact that she knows I love her because I haven’t killed her yet. Sometimes I wonder if she’s trying to save me the trouble.