It started with me
CUTTING MY OWN HAIR.
Yes, I did.
There's a "viral" YouTube all over
the place of people doing the
"butterfly" cut.
Basically you split your hair in half.
The front (just behind the ears and forward)
and the back (everything else)
You put them both in very specific
pony tails and then cut.
Yup, just one, straight cut.
I happened on a video made by a
60-ish year old woman with
hair very similar to mine.
I watched it.
And then I did it.
There are no pictures.
But I like it.
In fact, I actually did it Wednesday
and then I cut more from the back
on Thursday.
I still want to take off more from the back.
But I'm a little busy right now.
I like it though.
Although I then stuck it in a ponytail
and haven't seen it since.
Then a quick run into Hays to Tractor Supply
to get some shavings for the chicken coops
since the forecast is for COLD this weekend
and it helps keep them warm.
Then to WalMart to pick up two 9x13 pans
I forgot to get on Tuesday.
I'm supposed to make 2 pans of funeral
potatoes for the ward party Saturday.
Also a box of ice cream sandwiches
and a couple pies.
Then to the church to help decorate for
the ward party.
It was a fiasco.
We had a whole bunch of lights the
town of WaKeeney threw out since this
was their BIG event and they wanted all new.
But they all worked.....
We strung them width-wise across the gym.
We tested them before we hung them.
But when we hooked them all together,
they wouldn't work.
So we took them all down again.
And swagged them down the long walls
with some pine garland.
It actually looked really pretty.
But took the whole time we had allotted.
So I left and went to Dollar Tree to get
some gift stuff.
And then I ran out to the farm to check
on the guy's progress.
It was a glorious day!
In the high 70's with a light wind.
When I got there, I put the sandwiches in
the freezer and the pies on top.
The back neighbors were finally harvesting
their corn and it looked so pretty!
So I hopped on the 4-wheeler and headed
to the back of the property for pictures.
I don't often take pictures from the back.
You can't really see how the land dips
and rises... there's a hidden valley
in that dark line.
The light was that flat / glowy light
just prior to sunset.
Wish my camera on my phone was better.
He was getting it done.
When I got back, they were on the roof,
laying peel and stick underlayment.
They only had 2 rows left to do.
It was looking GREAT!
I headed inside to think about Kyle's idea
to flip flop the kitchen and living room.
(I eventually veto-ed it...)
And about that time I heard some LOUD
thumping across the roof above me and
Kyle started screaming CALL 911!
CALL THE AMBULANCE!
He took one last step on the roof,
but there wasn't any roof there.
And down he went.
They sent a crew to help us out.
Some really kind women.
Thankfully a second (third) truck showed
up with a bunch of burly guys.
Lifting him onto the gurney without
hurting him more than they did was a chore.
Off to the little hospital in Hill City.
Where a doctor and another crew of
wonderful women took such good care of him.
They did an x-ray and said good news,
nothing is broken.
But he has a little umbilical hernia.
And then they ran a CT scan just to be sure.
And every time the doctor came back
in the room, the news changed.
Actually he broke a couple ribs
on the left side.
And then... ok, he broke all the ribs on the
front and a couple ribs in the back.
And then.... all the ribs on the front and
most of the ribs in the back,
AND looks like L4 is crushed.
And then.... nope, all the vertebrae from
L1 thru L5 are crushed.
We can send him to Hays.
Nope.
He's going to Salina.
(2 hours east.)
Nope.
He's going by helicopter to Wichita.
(225 miles south east.)
Once the decision was made,
it didn't take long for the crew to arrive to
whisk him away.
I headed to the house to grab a go-bag
with enough clothes for me for a week
and "come home" clothes for him.
(Except I forgot socks and underwear for him...)
Stopped to fill my fuel tank,
and hit the road.
I called everybody and updated them all
on what was going on.
(In addition to the phone calls while we
were at the hospital...)
Last call was to Nancy and, bless her!
She stuck with me for the entire drive!
Which was good, because Google decided
to send me on all two-lane roads.
I call them "Bob's Road".
I nearly got side-swiped by a huge
owl just flyin' along in the dark.
(uh, hello, HEAD LIGHTS...)
And a little later a deer hopped out
in front of me.
She followed me along on her
Google Maps on her computer and
helped me know where I was going
and that I was actually going to arrive
at Wichita at some point.
Phew!
I finally pulled into the hospital
(via a back alley - really Google???)
about 1:30.
Thank you Nancy!
Took another 30 minutes to figure out
the right way to park and how to get
in the building, but eventually I figured
it out and got to rejoin my husband!
There were nurses in and out all night
long and he was pretty uncomfortable.
Mostly his mouth was SUPER dry and
they were under strict orders
NOTHING by mouth in case of surgery.
Poor guy.
He was half out of it and just mumbling
"water... water... please water..."
Broke my heart.
Finally this morning he fell asleep about 5:30.
They took him for an MRI at 4-ish so I
grabbed a 40 minute nap.
A resident came in about 8 and said no
surgery today so OK to food and drink.
YEA!!!!
That helped him feel much better.
They also got a better handle on his
pain meds (oxy, tramadol, gabba....?)
and tylenol.
Once he was more comfortable,
he mostly slept the entire day.
He'll poke me for sharing this picture,
but this is my record of what happens in our lives.
And this was what was happening.
Things got REAL busy about noon.
The surgeon came in to talk about the plan
for surgery tomorrow (different surgeon)
and explained the options for his ribs.
After the back surgery, once it was stabilized
and they could move him a little more,
they would decide.
His ribs aren't just broken and pushed up
against each other like two fists,
they are split and on different levels.
They "may" heal on their own, or they
may need to open him up and pull
them together and screw a titanium plate
over the top to hold them in place.
That could happen Sunday.
This guy would do it.
Anyhow....
About that time, lunch showed up.
And 2 minutes later, the respiratory guy
for a breathing treatment,
and right after that, two brethren from the
local ward to give us each a blessing.
They were very encouraging blessings
and I'm feeling pretty good about it all.
It's going to be a long haul.
But we can do it.
So, they just came in and turned him again.
PAINFUL.
I ordered him a ham sandwich to eat
for dinner. (hard to eat laying flat...)
The breathing guy comes again at 8.
And the patient is sleeping again.
(They just gave him more meds...)
So...
that's the latest!
I'll try to keep everyone updated.
We have gotten LOTS of calls and texts
from friends and family.
We appreciate being in people's thoughts
and prayers.
Love you all!



































