Tuesday, October12, 2010...this is the day that my life changed forever. My husband, Bubba, leaned over to kiss me goodbye as he left for work. I kissed him back and murmured "I love you" just as I do each morning. The day passes....I pay bills for the rest of the month....Bubba calls to ask for advice on a restaurant for lunch with one of his best friends. I do some laundry. As ordinary day as one can imagine passes by.
At 3:30 Bubba arrives home unexpectedly early. Puzzled but delighted, I kissed him hello and asked why he was home a few minutes early. "I think it's going to rain tonight and I want to blow the leaves off the lower deck and driveway so we don't have a soggy mess. I want to waterproof the deck this weekend." He proceeds to change into work clothing and begins his tasks.
Meanwhile, I have moved to the master suite in the back wing of the house where I am talking on the phone. Suddenly I hear my mother in law scream my name and run from my room to see her RUNNING to the front door. I am right behind her and see Bubba lying flat on his back on the blacktop. Immediately I try to assess his condition.....he is breathing....moaning....I ask him "Does it hurt? Where does it hurt?" His eyes are half open and I realize that his cognitive function is compromised. I immediately run into the house and call 911. The operator asks for details and I can see his chest moving and he is sweating and breathing but he is unresponsive.
Eight minutes later EMT arrives...makes a quick assessment that mirrors mine and we are bundled into the ambulance. It is rush hour. A twenty minute white knuckle ride at averaging 98 MPH with full sirens, lights and horns later we arrive at the local Level One Trauma Center where staff is waiting in the arrival bay for us.
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