A week ago last Sunday DH decided that he couldn't wait for the gardener to cut the althea that was on the roof, so he got a step ladder and started to do it himself. (We are getting a new roof). He fell and hit the back of his head on the brick windowsill, sprained his wrist dreadfully (had to wear a splint for a week) and got a hairline crack in his skull as well as 9 stiches. He wasn't going to go to the hospital; he just wanted to stop the bleeding.
I got him to the ER at 8:00; we didn't get home until after midnight; it took that long to see a doctor. And that brings me to the reason for the post - medical care. It stinks here. As we get older, if we have any kind of traumatic accident or heart attack, etc. we are probably not going to survive. Three years ago my father had an aneurysm in his abdomen. He was rushed to the hospital (in Hot Springs - not here) and in a very tricky operation was saved! We don't even have a doctor in this town that could do that particular procedure/operation. If my father had lived here, he would have died that morning without ever getting on an operating table.
Yeah, life in a small town. It just seems long.
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