Metal n'tilat yadayim cup becomes medical alert
CRASH!!!
I was awake in a flash.
It's a good thing that I'm usually a fairly light sleeper.
"Is everything okay?," I called to my husband.
"I'm not feeling so well."
I zipped out of bed and over to the bathroom, where the n'tilat yadayim cup had fallen on the floor--and found my husband also fallen on the floor.
"Are you okay?"
No response.
"Are you okay?"
Again, no response.
The good news was that he appeared to be breathing.
Taking no chances, I went straight to the phone and called 911, the Emergency number.
Fortunately, my husband regained consciousness in the middle of my phone call, and was able to get up, finish what he'd gone into the bathroom to do, and get dressed before being wheeled out to the elevator in high style by the Emergency Medical Technicians. Unfortunately, none of my yummy Shabbos dinner was still in him, by that time. :(
What ensued was a romantic ride for two in the ambulance. The Emergency Room staff plugged an intravenous feed into my husband, pumping him full of anti-nausea medication and two bags of "meal replacement" fluids, then made sure that he could walk without passing out again before kicking him out for being too healthy. :) Since he needed to drink, eat, and sleep, and was in no condition to take a bus and subway , I called a cab, Shabbat notwithstanding, and took him home. He still hasn't recovered completely, but we both hope that he'll feel well enough to teach his class tomorrow.
I'm just glad it wasn't worse. Baruch somech noflim v'rofeh cholim--Blessed is the One who supports the fallen and heals the sick.
I was awake in a flash.
It's a good thing that I'm usually a fairly light sleeper.
"Is everything okay?," I called to my husband.
"I'm not feeling so well."
I zipped out of bed and over to the bathroom, where the n'tilat yadayim cup had fallen on the floor--and found my husband also fallen on the floor.
"Are you okay?"
No response.
"Are you okay?"
Again, no response.
The good news was that he appeared to be breathing.
Taking no chances, I went straight to the phone and called 911, the Emergency number.
Fortunately, my husband regained consciousness in the middle of my phone call, and was able to get up, finish what he'd gone into the bathroom to do, and get dressed before being wheeled out to the elevator in high style by the Emergency Medical Technicians. Unfortunately, none of my yummy Shabbos dinner was still in him, by that time. :(
What ensued was a romantic ride for two in the ambulance. The Emergency Room staff plugged an intravenous feed into my husband, pumping him full of anti-nausea medication and two bags of "meal replacement" fluids, then made sure that he could walk without passing out again before kicking him out for being too healthy. :) Since he needed to drink, eat, and sleep, and was in no condition to take a bus and subway , I called a cab, Shabbat notwithstanding, and took him home. He still hasn't recovered completely, but we both hope that he'll feel well enough to teach his class tomorrow.
I'm just glad it wasn't worse. Baruch somech noflim v'rofeh cholim--Blessed is the One who supports the fallen and heals the sick.
posted by Shira Salamone at 10:34 PM
6 Comments:
refuah shlaimah. BTW, I would have done the exact same thing with calling a cab.
May he have a speedy recovery. That's absolutely terrifying, glad that he looks to be okay. Absolutely no problems from with with your calling a cab either.
Refuah Shalaima. Some other time we can go over the halachot to minimize shabbat violation with respect to the cab, but you did the right thing by calling one.
That's terrifying. Refuah shleima.
Thanks for your good wishes, which I will pass along to my husband. He's still not entirely back to normal, but is well enough to teach his scheduled accounting class today. Have Immodium, will travel.
My husband thanks all of you for your good wishes. He's gone back to teaching his college accounting classes, but is still sore in the side--we think that he may have fallen against the bathtub when he fainted. We're both glad that he hit his side instead of his head, but the impact is making him somewhat uncomfortable. He has the whole week off next week for end-of-year vacation at college, but may not even be able to go folk dancing and enjoy it. Bummer. :( Oh, well, it could be a lot worse.
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