
A few minutes later, Mike opened the door and told me he needed me to get up and help him. He left the door open and headed towards the bathroom. I got up and as soon as I walked out of the bedroom, Mike told me that he needed me to stop and to be calm, okay? Okay. Still waking out of sleep, I trudged toward the bathroom, but was instantly alert when I saw the pile of blood on the floor. I asked what happened and he told me that he would tell me in a moment. He then turned towards me and I saw a large gash above his forehead and blood all over his face. YUCK! So I got out some towels and helped him get things cleaned up. Then he sat down so I could look at it. The bleeding seemed to be stopping, but it was still a big cut.
He had been feeling lightheaded and had already gotten down on the floor once and put his feet up to try to make that lightheaded feeling go away. He thought he was feeling better and got up. He doesn't remember passing out, but must have and hit his head on the bathroom counter (we are assuming). This must have been what the dogs heard and why they were barking, but I didn't realize that. He woke up on his own on the floor in his blood. Again - YUCK!
So, since the cut was on his head, I didn't feel great about just butterfly bandaging it. We decided to go to the 24 hour clinic to see if he needed stitches. I went to get changed and at this time noticed that it was like 2:10 in the morning! This whole time I had thought it was later, so this was a shock to me.
Of course, we got to the clinic to see that they were not indeed open 24 hours. So, we went to the hospital emergency room. Believe it or not, we were only there for a little over 2 hours. They did an EKG to see if his heart rhythm affected his passing out. Cleared that! WHOHOO. They did a CT scan to make sure that he hadn't hurt himself more when he fell. Cleared that! WHOHOO. They gave him a Tetanus shot because he hadn't had one in more than five years. And finally - they gave him 6 stitches in his forehead.
Unfortunately he still had to go to work today. One of his co-owners was on vacation today, so they needed him to be in the office. I wasn't thrilled with that, but I called him and he is doing okay - just needed pain killer for the headache.
We plan to spend the weekend mostly inside the house and I'll get to take care of him. Whohoo! Praise the Lord it wasn't worse. I'm almost thankful that I didn't find him lying on the floor in a pool of blood. I think I totally would have freaked out. At least this way he was able to warn me and ask me to be calm.





