I guess one isn’t enough.
Because, once again, the subject of this week’s blog post is my super-duper-stormy-trooper of a wife Tina and her maladies.
Only this time, it’s physical.
Take A Break
Yes, those of you who put themselves through a weekly read of The Seated Perspective will probably remember that last week, I poured forth on the trials, tribulations, and privileges of being married to a woman who suffers from both depression and anxiety.
It’s a double helping of mental illness that impacts our life on an irregularly regular basis. This week, decided to up the ante by breaking her finger.
A New Leaf
The story starts outside our local Aldi, after we’d picked up provision to enable me to whip up a chicken curry. The day being somewhat autumnal, the car was not running at its best. Specifically, the front camera wasn’t working, possibly due to condensation. I therefore asked Tina to have a look and see if she could see anything.
Well, the answer was no. However, Tina did spot a fallen leaf lurking beneath the driver’s side windscreen wiper.
I’m sure you can see where this is going.
Orff To The 'Ospital
After an aborted attempt to grab the errant foliage, Tina asked me to activate the wiper. I reluctantly agreed, telling her that if he was making a grab for the leaf she would need to be quick as there’s only a second between wiper goes up and wiper comes down.
She wasn’t quick.
A fair bit of screaming, the re-activation of the wiper, and the snatching back of the hand later, Tina was free. She sat in the passenger seat, drip-white, with a hand that was very obviously injured and a desire, expressed through gritted teeth, that we go home and not make a fuss.
So, off to casualty we went.
Now, to be fair to Dewsbury and District Hospital the turn around from there on in was swift.
It is, after all, the scene of many a gargantuan wait, some involving Tina, some myself, and the odd one other family members. This time Tina was rushed straight through to be triaged. It would have been perfect if only I hadn't had such trouble parking.
Park And Bride
The hospital is equipped with disabled parking. There’s a whole separate car park, in fact, for blue badge holders. This being a hospital, however there tends to be a lot of badge holders, and after driving round for a few minutes, dodging other circumnavigators, and swearing at the car abandoned in the centre of a row of bays, I headed off to the main carpark, picking up a ticket to get in and hoping it wouldn’t be too long and too expensive a wait.
All of which took time and meant I arrived in the waiting room to find a distinct lack of wife.
I assumed (correctly as it happens) that she’d been seen straight away. There was no-one around to confirm said assumption, however, and, as the only door to the department itself was one way, no way to go searching.
Luckily a doctor came through to call the next patient just in time.
Dressings Room
Giving my best overly-concerend husband, I got her to accompany me in, and ask at the main desk regarding Tina’s whereabouts. A few minutes, and a bit of wild panic later, I finally found her awaiting an X-ray.
It took perhaps another 30-40 minutes before we were called in to get the news her index finger was broken just below the second knuckle. Not badly, which was a relief, especially given the crushing nature of the injury. The doctor did a few more tests, seeing how she could bend the fingers of the offending hand, and whether she could squeeze (that one was a no). One splint securing Mr. Pointer to Mr. Middle, and one dressing to cover an abrasion later and we were let out.
And Sensibility
We do have a further appointment tomorrow morning, at Pinderfields, to check for any soft tissue damage and start Tina on some rehabilitation. As she has already started to regain a very slight amount of motion, my hope is this goes well. Fingers crossed!
Park And Bride
The hospital is equipped with disabled parking. There’s a whole separate car park, in fact, for blue badge holders. This being a hospital, however there tends to be a lot of badge holders, and after driving round for a few minutes, dodging other circumnavigators, and swearing at the car abandoned in the centre of a row of bays, I headed off to the main carpark, picking up a ticket to get in and hoping it wouldn’t be too long and too expensive a wait.
All of which took time and meant I arrived in the waiting room to find a distinct lack of wife.
I assumed (correctly as it happens) that she’d been seen straight away. There was no-one around to confirm said assumption, however, and, as the only door to the department itself was one way, no way to go searching.
Luckily a doctor came through to call the next patient just in time.
Dressings Room
Giving my best overly-concerend husband, I got her to accompany me in, and ask at the main desk regarding Tina’s whereabouts. A few minutes, and a bit of wild panic later, I finally found her awaiting an X-ray.
It took perhaps another 30-40 minutes before we were called in to get the news her index finger was broken just below the second knuckle. Not badly, which was a relief, especially given the crushing nature of the injury. The doctor did a few more tests, seeing how she could bend the fingers of the offending hand, and whether she could squeeze (that one was a no). One splint securing Mr. Pointer to Mr. Middle, and one dressing to cover an abrasion later and we were let out.
And Sensibility
We do have a further appointment tomorrow morning, at Pinderfields, to check for any soft tissue damage and start Tina on some rehabilitation. As she has already started to regain a very slight amount of motion, my hope is this goes well. Fingers crossed!
Until then, it will be down to yours truly to plug the gaps when it comes to household tasks. I’ve already cooked twice, put a load of washing onto radiators (badly), made copious cups of tea, and even done some washing up (good boy)
Oh, and the front sensor on the car seems to be working perfectly.
Until next time!
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Hey, there! If you enjoyed reading any of the above, why not take a look at some of my published work? Below you’ll find links to a number of short stories I’m lucky enough to have included in anthologies. I’d love to know what you think.
New Tales Of Old
Death Ship
Pestilence: Drabbles 1
Reaperman: Drabbles 3
The Musketeers Vs Cthulhu
Eldritch Investigations
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