OhLook wrote in post #18913054
It's been a rough week. I haven't had a chance to set up any still lifes.
Last Monday, my husband had a bad fall and hit his head. He'd been doing laundry. I'd been working in the backyard. I went back toward the house and found him lying on his back on a concrete walkway between the house and the driveway, with a river of blood starting below his head and extending two feet on the pavement. He was conscious but confused. We talked briefly (I was trying to assess his condition) before I went inside to make the call. He recognized me but didn't seem to know he'd been injured. Later, he didn't understand why paramedics were around. He was lucid again within a few hours, but he has no memory of anything that happened between doing laundry and coming to in the ER. He doesn't know why he went out the back door (from the laundry room), probably to throw something away.
He was in the hospital two nights for testing and observation. The major injuries are a small subdural hematoma, which they say will be absorbed, and a cracked bone in his left wrist, fortunately not the dominant side. He has a cast on his forearm–technically a splint, but it looks like a cast–and little use of that hand. The cast will be on for six weeks. I'll be doing more than usual around the house and yard. Neighbors have offered help such as driving if we need any.
So, in lieu of homemade custom still lifes, my contribution is a quick shot of a dish garden that decorates the waiting room in the office where I had a root canal today.
It's been a rough week. I haven't had a chance to set up any still lifes.
Last Monday, my husband had a bad fall and hit his head. He'd been doing laundry. I'd been working in the backyard. I went back toward the house and found him lying on his back on a concrete walkway between the house and the driveway, with a river of blood starting below his head and extending two feet on the pavement. He was conscious but confused. We talked briefly (I was trying to assess his condition) before I went inside to make the call. He recognized me but didn't seem to know he'd been injured. Later, he didn't understand why paramedics were around. He was lucid again within a few hours, but he has no memory of anything that happened between doing laundry and coming to in the ER. He doesn't know why he went out the back door (from the laundry room), probably to throw something away.
He was in the hospital two nights for testing and observation. The major injuries are a small subdural hematoma, which they say will be absorbed, and a cracked bone in his left wrist, fortunately not the dominant side. He has a cast on his forearm–technically a splint, but it looks like a cast–and little use of that hand. The cast will be on for six weeks. I'll be doing more than usual around the house and yard. Neighbors have offered help such as driving if we need any.
So, in lieu of homemade custom still lifes, my contribution is a quick shot of a dish garden that decorates the waiting room in the office where I had a root canal today.
Sorry to hear about your husband’s accident. I hope he gets well soon.
