I am thoroughly amazed at how much time has passed since my last blog. Life has not been boring.  One morning  I was minding my own business at the computer when I heard a horrifically LOUD noise that could be nothing else but a body falling.  I ran into Ron’s study to find him on the floor with his head next to the wall.  He was groaning, “Oh my head!  My head hurts!”  Later he told me that he had gotten up from his desk chair and as he turned to the right (his weak side due to Parkinson’s) his ankle seemed to give out and he fell to the floor, knocking 2 square plug deals out of the wall socket and then hitting the log wall on the left side of his head.  He said at first he didn’t know where he was.

I came in probably about 5 seconds after he fell.  I helped him get up gradually and saw his left ear was scraped and bloody (later the doctor said Ron came very close to getting a stitch there).  Immediately, a knot was forming on his head.  I asked him if I should call 911, but he said no.  However I told him I’d drive him to Emergency. Both of us were worried because he hit the wall right around where the wires come down and are hooked up to go down to his Deep Brain Stimulation “pacemaker.”  I got out the remote and checked Ron’s device and it read “On OK” which is what it’s supposed to say.

When I started to get ready to leave, Ron had the foresight to say “let’s eat lunch first.”   This was a wise suggestion, since we both would have been starving being in Emergency for 3 hours.  On the other hand, I threw apples and protein bars in my purse, so I guess not.

We arrived at the hospital where they took his blood pressure:  202 over 98.  A bit high!  Ron had an X-ray and CT scan and the doctor came in to say there were no broken bones, no bleeding on the brain and he had talked to the technician who said the wires in his brain were all in place and hooked up the way they are supposed to be.  When his blood pressure was down to 148 over 80 we were free to go home.

That was Day 1 of the Never-Ending Adventure.  [Well, at the time it seemed like it would never end.]

To end with one of Ron’s malapropisms, this one seems to fit the subject:

“He hit the hammer on the head.”