...doesn't seem as if he cares.
I had abdominal surgery on May 21. All went fine. I was released from hospital on Sunday, May 24.
I returned to doctor/surgeon on June 1 (11 days after surgery) for removal of the staples. The incision site looked great & healing looked fantastic.
On Wednesday, June 3, I was eating popcorn, dropped a piece on the floor and bent to pick it up. I ripped open the entire incision site.
I grabbed my night gown and held it tightly to the now open wound, called 911 and waited for ambulance.
Here is where I am not feeling so well about my husband's reaction. He was upset that I called 911. He felt it was not necessary and it would have been fine for him to drive me to hospital. At hospital e.r., I laid for 4 hours with wide open wound, in pain, waiting for the doctor to take care of me. My husband felt I was wrong to be upset with such treatment. We left hospital at 5 a.m. and he left me home alone and went to work. He feels it all (what happened to me) was no big deal.
I had abdominal surgery on May 21. All went fine. I was released from hospital on Sunday, May 24.
I returned to doctor/surgeon on June 1 (11 days after surgery) for removal of the staples. The incision site looked great & healing looked fantastic.
On Wednesday, June 3, I was eating popcorn, dropped a piece on the floor and bent to pick it up. I ripped open the entire incision site.
I grabbed my night gown and held it tightly to the now open wound, called 911 and waited for ambulance.
Here is where I am not feeling so well about my husband's reaction. He was upset that I called 911. He felt it was not necessary and it would have been fine for him to drive me to hospital. At hospital e.r., I laid for 4 hours with wide open wound, in pain, waiting for the doctor to take care of me. My husband felt I was wrong to be upset with such treatment. We left hospital at 5 a.m. and he left me home alone and went to work. He feels it all (what happened to me) was no big deal.