He's sorta bed-ridden.
Yesterday, I had some running around to do, and sorta got lost and called him. He was directing me where to go(what buses to catch), and we were also talking about being careful and aware of where we are and our surroundings at all times when I drop my phone and break it. I'm thinking, "$%#^, I just broke my darn phone," and then I realize that he's going to think that something happened to me.
I go and do what I needed to do, and try to find a pay phone. Can't find one. I wait for an hour in the cold for a bus(it felt like it was in the teens because the wind was whipping all over the place yesterday), and I'm hoping that he isn't getting too worried. After about an hour and a half, I get to the train station and call him, but no answer. I left a messege letting him know I was okay and then continued on to find him a b-day present. When I finally get home and able to call my cell to check my messages, I find two very concerned sounding messages. One saying to call him because I hung up abruptly, and the other saying that if he doesn't hear from me, he's calling the police. I don't think I've ever heard him so scared.
Fast forward to last night. He calls me and is relieved that I'm okay and then tells me he was in the hospital for the last 7 hours.
He told me that before leaving for work, he checked his voicemail and when he found out I was okay, he got so excited that while he was bending down to put something in the trash, he came up too fast and hit his head hard on some water heater pipes or something and sorta lost consciousness. When he came to, he was dizzy but still decided to go to work.
He gets there, and is having a hard time focusing, so when he went to see the military doctor, they advised him to go to the emergency room.
He gets there and gets a CAT scan to make sure he didn't sustain and fractures or anything. Turns out he's fine(no concussion), but has been dizzy. Doctor tells him to take it easy. No strenuous work and stay in the bed pretty much.
I called him today to wish him a happy b-day, and to see how he's feeling and he said that he feels like he has a hangover and is dizzy, but hasn't drank anything.
I feel like its sorta my fault.
Had I not dropped my damn phone, 'maybe' these chain of events would not have happened. Instead he's stuck in the bed, and I'm not there to take care of him.
And he was so excited about actually celebrating his b-day for the first time in a LONG time. Now, it looks like I won't be able to do anything for him.
If he feels better, I had plans to take him out to his fav Italian restaurant, and some other things planned that I know he'd enjoy. Looks like it may not happen.
I hate that I'm not there. Hate that he's not feeling good. And hate that I can't make him feel better right now.
Gotta figure out how to get to his place. Since I don't have a car, getting there will be alittle difficult, but I'm going to do it anyway.
Sorry for the long post. Thanks for listening.