Well, this past Tuesday morning started off like any other regular rainy day, but it ended pretty irregularly. I was scheduled to train on accounting in the office, while Chris was to start weaning some of the calves from their mommas. Our work tasks were carried out accordingly, until around 11:30 am...
Upon our arrival, we found Chris back down in the mud, ghostly pale and profusely sweating. Coworkers described the incident as, 'he was stepped on by a cow, then there was a 'crack'.' His entire face and body clenched and scrunched as he grabbed onto his left knee and leg. Chaos swarmed as others arrived at the scene. After I realized he wasn't really responding to our questions, I immediately cleared out the trunk of my vehicle and pushed the back seats down. We slowly got him into my car and stripped him of his manure- drenched uniform.
As he sat there, wounded and dirty, I noticed him start to come around. Luckily, there were no protruding bones or bleeding orifices. His only visible injury was a red hoof-like print beside his knee that dragged down his calf, but we still opted for an ER trip. I drove off to our house for fresh clothing, and then to the hospital. After we arrived and he was wheeled in, my nerves finally calmed as he began to joke about his low pain thresh hold. Thank goodness his humor was still intact... and that I'm the one who will (one day) birth our children.
Of course we waited, and waited, and waited, and then, waited some more. And in between all the waiting I listened to the tale of Chris vs. cow. All of the hospital personnel seemed to think it was the greatest story ever told (I heard it about seven times in three hours). But I guess it's not every day they treat a cattle-trampled victim. Anyway, x-rays were finally taken to reveal great news: NO BROKEN BONES! Chris is one lucky guy... I cringe at the thought of what could have been. The nurse practitioner set him up with crutches, a pain-killer prescription and baby-blue booties, then sent us home.
Needless to say, he was well taken care of (and loved every second of it). We stopped at Dunkin' Donuts for coffee, then to Arby's for a quick lunch... note that I am ashamed we stopped at two drive-thru eateries on the way home, but making lunch was just about the last thing I wanted to do, and Chris really wanted coffee (it was Indiana's DD grand opening!!). When we got home, I tucked my bruised honey into bed, cleaned the cow crap out of my car (gross), and then made my way to the store for a few get-well essentials.