|This is relevant on multiple levels...|
|Home is where a certain man is|
|Our return ride from Innsbruck to London|
All in all, being home was wonderful because of the people I love and the general feeling of comfort I get being around social norms I've internalized for most of my life. The outstanding feeling, though, other than joy and gratitude for such magical adventures with treasured loved ones, is knowledge that my home is definitely in North Carolina now. While I happily relaxed into amused observations of pub culture, queueing, regular sized meals, and mediocre-to-moody wait staff, I feel my home is in not in England any more. Many of the people I love are and for them, as well as my background, education, and views, I am grateful to be from England. But my home is in Charlotte.
|The X-Ray of B's leg, |
taken about 1.5 hours after the fall
Well, you know what they say about best laid plans... And this is where the terrible second 'break' pun comes in: as we were leaving B's mom's place on Christmas Day, carrying gifts down the front yard which was extra muddy thanks to the unseasonable and crazy amount of rain North Carolina had experienced throughout December, Buddy slipped while lifting a toolbox from the house to the car, landed awkwardly on his left leg, and everyone in the vicinity heard an unmistakable "pop" as he came to a halt, toolbox thankfully thrown to the side and not landing on top of him. We knew immediately that there was a break involved, but the hour between getting an ambulance, getting into the ambulance, arriving at the ER, and getting pain medication dispensed and X-Rays taken felt terrifyingly long (to me, to whom it hadn't directly happened!) as we weren't sure how bad the break was.
It turns out that it was both good and bad - if indeed a break can ever be good - as although Buddy had a spiral fracture of his femur, it was a clean break, and so could be pinned back together with a surgically implanted titanium rod that very afternoon. The break happened just after 3:00pm, and he was out of surgery by 10:00pm (they gave him time for food to digest and there was one urgent case ahead of him with his designated surgeon). The staff at the hospital couldn't do enough for us; I was allowed to stay in his room with him 24/7; and his care was consistent and kind. He had physiotherapy in the hospital - we stayed for three days - and had further at-home appointments scheduled for him to ensure he had adequate support and information while he healed.
|He's already driving again. :)|
So that, dear readers, is about me updated! I am sure I could do a follow-up post about how health insurance played a part in our excellent (and not totally unaffordable) care at the hospital versus how things might have gone down with the NHS, but for now I could do with a Kit Kat... ;)