medical alerts

 

The evening began serenely. Uber-ed up to Da Bronx at golden hour.

Stood on line under a waxing crescent moon and watched the lights of police cars and the elevated. For like an hour plus. Freezing my ass off.

Got my shot, after they figured out the technology.

All fairly calm, right? Meanwhile at Hannah's house, this was going on. Her mother-in-law fell and busted her head open. She crawled to the phone and managed to call for help. Lost a lot of blood. She remained conscious throughout, and they patched her up en route to the ER. They are keeping her for observation, but aside from blood loss, she's more or less ok. She can't walk though. The nurses love her.

And then, in a one-two punch, this  morning Douglas started vomiting and couldn't open his eyes or move. So Hannah called another ambulance and waited with her father and brother until those EMTs showed up. And more cleanup. They said his vitals were good, but he has to have an MRI to see what may be going on. They put him on antinausea medication and valium, and he was comfortable enough to talk to his brother when the ER nurse handed him the phone. Also his birthday is today. Gawd.

Poor Hannah said that I should stay home today