As many of you know, I’ve had a bit of a hiccup in my life of late, following on from the amazing life-changing trip D and I had to China.
I can now write about it as D now realises what happened. The thing to note is that this could have happened to anyone.
Last Sunday, D had a freak accident. He fell over whilst walking to the toilet and slammed his head on the tiles (most of our house has cement tiled over a cement floor).
It was about 3.50am Sunday morning. We had been out that night to a disco, of which he had arranged, and had an awesome time. I decided to sit up as I was a wee but tipsy and had to drink some water, whilst looking through some photos of China and backing in our memories. D had been asleep but gotten up to go to the loo. His knee gave way, he fell, got up again and headed towards the loo – I thought all was good. And then I heard this god awful sound I will never forget.
I walked out to the dining room to find him flat on his back not breathing. He really wasn’t. I kneeled down next to him and watched his chest. Â No movement.
It’s weird what goes through your head at that moment in time. I don’t even really know myself. Be it your whole life with that person flashing before your eyes, the futility of life, the ease at which something like that can happen, the disbelief, the guilt of mopping the floor that morning, the feelings of hopelessness, the fear, the whole ‘what do I do now and why hadn’t I paid attention at school’. There’s so much more than that…but it’s hard to think right now.
All I know is that something kicked in, whether it’s instinct – no, it was probably adrenalin, and I fought for his life, our life, his life with his kids…
The no breathing was followed by breathing, seizures, vomiting, not breathing, seizures, vomiting, and so on. I was blessed to have had help from his daughter and her friend, who had spent the night. I don’t know what I would have done without them, and the 000 operator who stayed on the phone and guided me until the ambo arrived. And then the Emergency staff and the Nurses of the Sir Charles Gairdner High Dependency Unit. They have all been amazing.
We are so lucky. D has made an unbelievable recovery from bleeding near the brain, contusions and fractures of his skull. It’s been six days and he is walking, eating, talking, realising what has happened, and being cheeky – and stubborn. We saw his brain scans this afternoon. He thinks it’s nothing. I think it’s something alright…I’m no religious person but someone is looking out for us, and I thank you.
Thank you to you all for your prayers, support and well-wishes. There is still a long way to go, as with brain injuries you are looking at a 6-12 months recovery time, and we will continue to need support and understanding, but all along I have had faith, and I know we will all get through this.
My word of advise to you – go out and get first aid training, and continue to get it. I got lucky – I’ve had no training, but I’m sure as hell gonna get some now.