Today was supposed to be a great day. I was off from school, got to sleep in, was going to get a whole bunch of projects done today..... So far, not so good.
This is how our day SHOULD be going:
Brandon got up and went to work, I get to sleep in!!
I would get up and do some grocery shopping, get my hair trimmed.
At noon Brandon would get to come home and spend the rest of the afternoon with me and pack for his trip.
I would spend the day sewing and getting tons of the little projects done that I've been meaning to do.
In the evening, we would take Brandon to his uncles so they could pack up the car and drive to LA where they would fly to Hawaii for a week long work trip.
I would come home and get ready for my next week of teaching.
This is how our day HAS gone:
Brandon got up and went to work, I got to sleep in till 9 (fabulous I know :] )
I played with Bronco and then went and got my hair trimmed.
As the stylist was finishing up my trim, Brandon called.. twice. I didn't answer thinking he was just calling to tell me he got off work early or was going to leave earlier in the evening. I thought it could wait. It couldn't.
When I listened to my voicemail he told me to go to the hospital right away. I knew something pretty bad had happened if he was going to the hospital.
I called and called him as I started to drive, no answer. The whole way there, I prayed and prayed that everything would be okay.
I called our Uncle (who he works for) and got our aunt. I asked her what happened to Brandon and she said she didn't know that it was Brandon but that someone had fallen off of the scaffolding (It's a masonry company) and wasn't doing very well.
Not something you want to hear. Luckily the hospital was only a 5-10 minute drive from where I started.
When I got to the hospital, I learned that he had fallen from the 12 foot scaffolding and fell in a 2 foot wide space. He had fallen on his left arm and from the look of it, he had probably broken 6 bones or more.
His arm looked terrible. He was in SO much pain, I've never seen him like that. Brandon is a tough guy, even when he's hurting he doesn't like to show it and just sucks it up. Not this time, which is why I knew that it wasn't good.
We got the X-ray's back and somehow, someway there was NO broken bones. Brandon had dislocated his elbow (pretty badly) but from what they could see, there was no other injuries.
Through talking to Brandon and the other guys at the job site we still couldn't figure out exactly why he fell. Brandon thinks he might have stood up to fast and blacked out, causing him to fall.
Through this whole thing all I can think of is how lucky we are! A fall from 12 feet with a nail gun is serious. We can deal with a missed work trip to Hawaii, with a 2 week splint and sling, and we will count our blessings that, that is all we have to deal with. Thank you to whomever is looking down on us from above.
