My husband had a snowmachine accident on vacation. This is day two of him in the hospital with a lacerated spleen and cracked ribs. Headache, vomiting, pain...the works. It's under control, but of course I'm not thrilled to be here when he's there. Not that I could do more than the nurses are doing, but still.
Meanwhile, I'm doing what I can do here. Updating him to first class, talking to the nurses, making sure he's discharged with his charts and records, etc. I'm also sending my family to comfort him when possible, poor guy. At least his labs are looking good; he'll likely keep his spleen.
Which is good, because we need our spleen.