I fully intended to start today's post out by telling Jill Happy Birthday, but it seems like I need to address Drew's experience first. You know - go ahead and report the bad, then end on a good note!
My phone rang around 8:00 last night. "It's a Small World" played, and I just knew it was that bratty Jill telling me she was somewhere awesome. But, it was Sam, Drew's friend who has been to Disney World with us twice. He said Drew had had a bike wreck, and he had a cut on his head and probably a broken arm. If you know anything about the kind of bike riding these guys do, you'll know that they fly up in the air out of these huge concrete bowls and twist and turn and land, usually on bicycle tires. It is obviously thrilling to them, because they do it at least three or four times a week, and they know, and have ridden with, some 'famous' riders that are in magazines and on TV. I do not understand the thrill of it, but they love it. I'm sure they don't understand my Disney hobby, either, so it's okay. To each his own.
Anyway, Sam said something about an ambulance being on its way, and I said no, and that they should just get him home and I'd take him myself to a hospital near us. It was then that I heard a woman's voice shouting, "He is bleeding from his ear, and he can't be moved. Let me talk to her!" She was a nurse who happened to be out there watching her kids ride. As she was explaining to me the severity of the injuries and the amount of blood he was losing, the paramedics pulled up. I told her to ask them if they could take him to Skyline, since that would be halfway between my house and where they were. I heard the paramedics in the background say he had head trauma and was going to Vanderbilt.
I was hoping Trent was reachable, because driving downtown at night isn't something I am an expert at. Luckily, he was almost back home from having been at Kristi's doing some painting. He got home within about fifteen minutes, and we headed to Vanderbilt.
Traffic was nuts down there, as Vanderbilt had beat Auburn in the big football game.
Erica's and
Dawn's people were all over the place - at restaurants, hanging out in the road, etc. Cars were bumper to bumper. We did manage to get there in slow time, though.
We weren't able to see Drew right at first, so we sat in the waiting room and watched the amusing assortment of characters who had found their way to the Emergency Room.
One man had had his two big toes cut off the week before. He was there for abdominal pains, but he was spending some his time bumming for cigarettes.
One very crabby old woman was griping about the wheelchair and insisted on another one. She didn't want anyone near her, as she might get germs, and she didn't have germs and didn't want germs. She also demanded to be given her purse and have the pillow propped behind her back a certain way. And she wanted the wheelchair reported as defective. "And tell 'em
I said that!" You'd have thought she was Mrs. Vanderbilt, herself.
A teenage girl was there with friends. Her foot was propped up. She didn't seem to be in much pain. On the opposite side of the room from her was a bandaged finger guy.
A pencil thin woman and a guy with a ponytail were there. She was pencil thin. Maybe pencil
lead thin.
A huge guy all dressed in black, with a ponytail, came through. I think the closer you get to Vanderbilt the more ponytails you see on men. I think those brainy guys like them.
An older man dressed in his nice Vandy shirt wheeled in a woman with a scraped face and hand. Trent figured she probably got trampled in a victory stampede.
Anyway, sometime during our people watching, they took us back to Drew, who was hooked up to oxygen and IV bags. He had blood running down the back of his neck and out his ear, and it was all over the sheets. He had a big white neck brace on, and my first prayer was that he please not be paralyzed. I saw quickly that he was able to move his feet and hands, though, so I was immediately encouraged.
After the obligatory 'why-didn't-you-have-your-helmet-on-you-promised-me-you-always-wore-your-helmet' speech, I sat to watch the nurses do their thing. They took the blood pressure and kept him awake and responding. They wiped the blood and wrote on the charts and jiggled the IV bags. They told us which doctor was coming in next to do which test or x-ray. I told Trent that we had just been talking about nurses on the Disboards in the past two days. He was delighted to hear that I could somehow bring the Disboards into the conversation.
Unlike when Trent had his accident, instead of the news getting progressively worse, it got progressively better. The ENT doctor came and sucked a bunch of blood out of his ear, and he did have the news that the bones are all shattered. He will have significant hearing loss, and we may want to look at surgery a few weeks down the road. For now, there just needed to be time for the blood to be drained and the swelling to subside.
Some nerves that run from the ear to the jawbone are slightly affected, so he will be on a soft diet for three weeks. It'll be mashed potatoes, soup, and ice cream for a while.
The gash on the back of his head required staples, and his right collarbone is broken. He is left-handed, so it's good that it was his right shoulder. It is very painful right now. He has some other bruises, but all the internal stuff came out very good. Nothing inside is busted.
A gang of his friends came out and we sat in the cafeteria and talked while Drew was out for tests. His buddy, Richard, used Trent's pass to go back and see him for a few minutes. I took the opportunity to warn them all about the helmets, and immediately they all said that that was the weird thing, because Drew
always wears his helmet. They said they had already talked about that, and it did reassure me, because their talk was genuine, and not just a put-on for me. I know I've seen many videos of Drew riding, and he does wear his helmet. It makes me wonder why on this night he was not wearing one. I'm sure that there were parents who left the park with kids who were convinced of the importance of wearing their helmets. The kids said there was a huge puddle of blood, so maybe, until it washes away in the rain, it will be there to remind them to be safe at all times and not even occasionally take off the helmet. His helmet would have covered the head and ear injuries. The collarbone would have still happened, but at least his head would have been okay.
He just started a new job last week, so I hope they will be very understanding about this. I don't know if they'll be able to let him pull light duty for a while as he heals or if he'll lose out to someone who can do it all. We can't really worry about that too much at this point. If it's meant to be, they'll be understanding, and if not, there's really nothing he can do.
He's asleep right now. They had to cut his shirt off, so since he had no shirt to wear out of the hospital. they just told him to wear the gown out. I'm going to go get his pain meds and ear drops filled, and then I've got to get a little sleep, too.
Thanks for all of your good thoughts, and I apologize for not taking the time to respond right this minute.
I did talk to Jill. So far, she has spent her birthday morning checking out the other side of Pop. She said there is activity going on over there this morning, but she really doesn't know what. They were going to go to Downtown Disney, and I know tonight is Hollywood Studios night.
Happy Birthday, Jilly-bean!
I love you past Pluto! I hope you have a great week. You deserve it. You are a fantastic daughter, sister, wife, and mommy! I am very proud of who you are - especially of your thoughtful, giving heart.