DH, my hear husband, took a fall today. He banged his head pretty badly, bloodied his shirt, it was running down his head. I was able to get him to an urgent care unit close by.
That was an interesting experience. This particular urgent care had a note on the door. They said to text your car information, your symptoms, name, birth date, etc. to the number listed. They came out to the car to screen you first. They gave you a clipboard with forms to fill out, and took temperatures. And of course they took a look at the reason you were there. We were lucky, we were taken in rather quickly. Probably because we both had no fevers, no cough, and my DH was obviously bleeding from his head.
Not sure what to do, while waiting in the car I called DH’s regular doctor. Not too surprisingly, the doctor suggested we stay at urgent care rather than go directly to the hospital. He said had we gone to the hospital, we would have to wait in line with everyone else. This way, going to urgent care, if possible the urgent care center could take care of whatever was necessary.
Unfortunately DH is now in the hospital. The urgent care did feel he needed more significant medical attention. They called an ambulance and had him transported to the hospital.
DH has been in the hospital since Monday, but I am not allowed in the hospital to see him. I was told not to go in the ambulance with him, that I probably would not be allowed in. So now in the time of Covid, there is no visiting loved ones in the hospital.
I am able to call and speak to DH daily, I call him twice a day. I can speak to the nurses, I’ve even spoken to the doctor, but no going in. They’ve had to call me with any questions they’ve had. Its the only way to work during these times.
I hope nobody else has to go thru this, but I know others do. My heart goes out to all of them, to everyone who has to go thru this. It easy to say, your loved ones are being cared for, but it does make you feel better. There is a loneliness, helplessness being at home without your loved one. And it’s all the harder knowing you can’t go see them.
I’m not trying to be depressive, I’ve got dogs at home to keep me company. I still have to walk them, so I do get up, shower, get dressed, eat, walk the dogs, etc. That helps, but I still miss DH. Hopefully he comes home soon.