Okay that sounds rather blasé and flippant but it wasn't. The local ER and I are friends. I've transported hubby numerous times over the years to them.
The amusing accidents were rather well, amusing.
Sir, what brings you in today?
I was practicing my ballet in the pasture and tripped over an electric fence. I think I broke an ankle.
Sir, what brings you in today?
Oh playing man from Smokey River with my Stepson racing down a steep hillside. I ran into a tree on my young mule. Then a bull chased me up a tree. [broken ribs and ankle]
Sir what brings you here today?
Well I got bucked off a horse and he tap danced on my head with his hooves before running off.
Those were the accidents when he was that wild guy who could ride anything and did. Those were true stories one I still recall vividly. Tying a maxi pad to his head wound with a kerchief was one of his most embarrassing moments as a cowboy. But it kept the blood from getting all over the car.
Well, yikes. I was going to head off on a whole big tangent regarding healthcare, but I will not. Let's just skip that.
My little cold gave my husband a Severe COPD Exacerbation. We are home, he is miserable, and our house is quiet.
I'm being the nurse, bringing him meds, nebs, and providing support care [I coulda been a nurse!] 'round the clock.
I guess I'll have plenty of time to undecorate the tree --- I don't want to. Or watch movies I like.
However, the best gift I have is still being able to talk and be with my sweet old Grumpy Gus.
He makes Grumpy Old Men seem mild when he is sick.
He'll thank me later when he feels better.