fuck fuck fuck

So...

Friday at work hubs calls, being all bitter and sourly, and scares the heck out of me making me think he's not being allowed to come home Saturday after all. Turns out he "only" lost his engagement/wedding ring. He looked everywhere and couldn't find it.
Oh well, I said, it's only a ring. It's not the end of the world. There's new ones at the jewellery's, and still, it's only a piece of metal, it is not the end of the world.

In the evening, just after I got pup to bed, he calls again, saying he had an accident at work, and flew a few meters, smashing knees first into the metal deck as he landed. He said it hurt as hell, then he had to hang up because the (first)mate of the ship came to check him up (that is the one who has the "nurse" position on board).

He called back when that was over, telling me that they had decided he would go to the hospital straight away as they reached the harbor. No one thought it was more than a bad bust, you know, maybe some painkillers, bandages or some other stiffer support. But since it was an accident durring work it would need to be checked up carefully due to insurance reasons.

He calls em again a little later, saying he won't be going to the ER in the night, but to a doctor in the morning. Apparently the capital's ER is heavy trafficked during weekend nights and he would have little chance of being served before morning anyhow. But that also means he's likely to miss his flight home. That's a pretty sad moment.
I speak to mom who wonders why they can't just let him fly home and go to the ER here, since it's crucial that they don't puncture his skin over there, for whatever reason, because they have multi-resistant-bacterias over there, but not in the hospital here, so he would have had to be isolated until tests could show he didn't get that.

I try calling hubs to let him now, but he's out of reach (aka no signal on the cellphone) so I start texting him. In the middle of it, mother in law calls. That's a heavy conversation since she's so panicky, being half a hypochondriac, she's half convinced he's going to die (that's how she sounds at least)

In the morning I talk to hubs and then it's been settled that since the x-ray here is manned during the weekend, he would be allowed to fly home, mainly because they couldn't get hold of a doctor in Helsinki.

So me and pup goes to meet him when the plane lands, he limps badly, but you know he still walks, he still carries pup who's hugging him tightly not wanting to let go. He also says the pain is really bad, but I'd say that's pretty expected since he just came out of a small aircraft that's been flying for about an hour or more.

At the ER they admit him, and me and pup goes to the other emergency-room, the care-center's because pup's been couching so badly at nights and it's been going on for nearly a week and only gets worse.

When we're done there, after about an hour (pup's got croup again, but since he doesn't have trouble breathing, just gets really sad like he sounds when he's hurt himself when he coughs, they didn't do nothing) we go back to see if he's done. I ask the front desk if she can tell me how he's doing and she says he's waiting to get plastered... WHAT? She asks if I wanna come in to see him, well duh, yes I do.

Turns out he has 2 cracks in his left knee-cap and will have a cask from about where his boxers end, down to his ankle, for at least 6 weeks. No wonder he was limping, no wonder he was in pain.
The ER personnel had been taken aback a bit by the fact that he had walked in there, not to mention the flying and all, with a cracked knee-cap...

So our summer is pretty much bust. As it looks right now, we can't even go on longer rides in the car, because the passenger seat would need to go back about to more steps for hubs to be able to sit normally, now he has to be a bit angled because the straight out leg takes pretty much room...
We'll might try the backseat, but then we would need to move pup to the front, and before that happens the airbag must be removed. Oh bother!

Great way to start of you summer vacation ey?