The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray. Is that the correct quote? Andy’s birthday was not the celebration we planned. His day started with me asking him what he wanted for breakfast. He wanted one of my famous omelets. I made the omelet and then called all the guys downstairs to eat telling them eggs don’t wait gracefully. Jesse tells me Andy is not feeling well. He will eat later. As the day progresses, Andy gets sicker and sicker. By 3:00 I brought him to the hospital. Not only does he have a broken hand that is a mess, but he can’t stop vomiting.
Seven and a half hours later we leave the emergency room. They couldn’t get Andy to stop vomiting so they admitted him to the hospital for the night. I am impressed with the hospital. When Andy originally broke his hand he went to HCMC. The emergency room did a fine job of stabilizing his hand but the orthopedic department did a poor job. They gave him a flimsy little brace that didn’t even cover the break site or stabilize the finger where his hand was broken. I called and complained to the head of the orthopedic department but he said he reviewed his file and said that was the proper treatment for him.
Now a month and a half later I learn that the original break was not treated properly and he re-broke his hand in the same location. His hand is messed up. But here is what’s surprising. At 10:00pm the emergency room doctor called a hand specialist and asked him if he would be willing to see Andy this week and the doctor, bless his heart, said yes. I am amazed not only that the emergency room doctor cared enough for Andy to make this call, but that the specialist said yes. Andy goes to the specialist on Thursday. Hopefully the doctor will be able to fix his hand.
The birthday bash? Probably postponed until next year.
