When we were looking for a home to buy, HeRoos was insistent on a two story house. My preference was a rambler because I was sick of carrying laundry up and down the stairs and later walking up & down the stairs with
broken bones. He got his way but he has since paid for it.
At 6am he heard the dump truck and remembered that the trash can was still in our driveway so he ran down the stairs...and fell. I heard a big thud and a scream so I got out of bed and raced down to find him sprawled out on the steps. He asked for a pillow and then passed out. I kept calling his name with no response. Finally (it was only moments but seemed much longer) he let out a weird snoring noise. I woke him up and he acted confused. He pointed at me and said, "NO!No!" That's when I couldn't help but laugh (because that's what I do in stressful situations) and he snapped out of it. His face was pale and green and he didn't feel well. I got him some food and cancelled his dental appointment.
Later he felt well enough to get on the computer for work so I took the kids to a friend's house. While I was there, I told my friend who is a nurse what happened. She was concerned and reminded me about Natasha Richardson who died after a head injury from skiing. Scary! My mom came to our rescue to watch the kids while I took HeRoos to the ER. Since it was a head injury, HeRoos was pushed to the front of a very long line.
If you recall
this experience, you know that this isn't the first (or second) time HeRoos has crashed down the stairs.
After being examined, we were relieved to find out he had a mild concussion and bruised back muscles. I probably didn't need to talk him into going to the ER but now I have peace of mind and won't sleep with one eye open making sure he's ok.
