There Is Always A First

Only yesterday we went to Laternelaufen, see St. Martin here, afterwards we headed to the city, we had fun.
We didn´t do power-walking, Ingo was a tad out of breath, but we were fine.

For what reason ever our doc found out Ingo suffers anemia again, gave him meds.

Ingo slept in, and I let him, might do him good, no?
He got up, had two toasts with honey...

I was in the bathroom when I heard a thump.

I found him between hall and living room, flat on the ground, like a fallen tree, face in a mud of blood, unconscious.

Let me tell you. Those first-aid programs, ha.
Worth not much.
I didn´t have the power, nor the space to get him into a safe position - and I tried hard.

Ran outside to get the neighbours for help, but no one was there on our level, I tried again, got him up, he was unhappy about the wooden floor covered in blood, mind you, I had other things going on in my head.

He fell backwards like a baby.
Got him up, but he fell again, right in front of the couch he slipped off me. Dammit.
On the face.

First time I called 112.

They came with a car and an ambulance, 5 men.
In the end they got him outside in a wheelchair, in the car lying down, off to the hospital.

Neighbour C suddenly was there, guess I was a mess a tad, she offered to drive me, but what for.

We needed a car later, right.

I called the hospital serveral times, no info.
Finally Ingo called to get him.

And, again, just like 2008... parking spot for me right in front of the hospital - on a Saturday, after lunch, when everyone visits - weird, no?

Yes. I took pics.
I knew there is no hurry.

I asked my way through, until I reached a nurse - it was the end of her shift and the patients, or rather their relatives, who talked to her gave her €10 - what a fine gesture, no?

The waiting area was full to the brim...

One doctor on duty, one.
Weird people waiting with me, I was thankful I brought a book.
45 minutes later Ingo made his way towards me, insecure and all.

They sent him home.

He had two bananas so far, face hurts, he did not fall again.

I don´t feel good about him being here, quite frankly.
Always the weekends when hospitals are full and no docs around.

Why I write it down. I have to get it out.
Ingo in a puddle of blood, face down, how do I get this picture out of my head.
And I just don´t have enough power to help him, to guide him safely.

Tuesday they wanna take care of his broken nose.
An operation.
With anemia - halleluja, the fun never stops.

Sorry, I just had to get it out.
I know.
If you look to Paris right now this is peanuts.
Still it´s my little world in danger.

Let´s hope we get safe through the night... my back hurts like crazy.