Not Good!

Ok, so on Saturday night, November 1, Spencer and I went to watch the USU hockey game. The Aggies won 14-2, I think, I don't remember the exact score but we creamed them. We played Utah Valley University. After the USU game, Spencer had a Men's League game. So he was my ride and so I stayed to watch him. It is only like 5-7 minutes into the game when I looked up and i saw Spencer leaning down to get the puck and his skate lost the edge. So he fell onto his stomach. He blocks the shot by the oppposing team, and he keeps sliding and just slams into the boards.



I was watching and as soon as he hit, I just knew something was wrong. I just had a feeling in my gut. When Spencer hit, all the impact went into his shoulder. When he got up, he saw the puck at his feet and swung at it. When he swung, he felt and heard a loud pop coming from his shoulder. He knew something was wrong and so went to the bench. (Now, you have to remember that I am watching all of this with a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and worry on my face.) I am watching as he sits on the bench and then watching John (manager of the ice rink and a coach for the USU team) pull off Spencer's jersey. I am watching as Spencer and John leave the rink and go back to the lockers. As soon as he was off the ice, I gathered my blanket and purse and go to see what happened and they had disappeared into one of the lockers.



So I am sitting in the stands waiting to know what happened. John finally comes back out and waves me down. I get down to him and he tells me Spencer hurt his shoulder and I need to take him to the E.R. As he is telling me this my stomach just drops lower and lower. So I drive Spencer's jeep to the hospital and I am not wanting to go the speed limit. I didn't want to go fast over any bumps in the road and jar his shoulder. So I'm going at like 25 mph until Spencer just tells me to speed up so we get to the hospital before he passes out. So I start to freak, I am on the verge of tears with worry. It sucked.



So we finally get to the hospital. I had pulled into the drop off area the wrong way, I wasn't even paying attention, all I wanted to to do was get him in there. So he heads into the E.R. while I park the jeep. When I get into the waiting room with him, they have us wait like 10-15 min before they will admit him into a room. Then once we get into the room, it was another 10-15 min before they took him to get x-rayed. While he was getting x-rayed I'm just chilling in his room with nothing to do except worry.



When he finally gets back to the room, we had to wait another 10 min before the doctor came and talked to us. When the doctor came, he told us that Spencer had separated his shoulder and that Spencer had a 3rd degree AC separation. So there were two treatment options, 1) get surgery; 2) let it heal without surgery. But the doctor in the E.R. wouldn't tell us more than that, we had to see an Orthopedic surgeon about that. So the doctor put Spencer in a sling, gave him some drugs and gave him the name of an Orthopedic surgeon.



Now Spencer has been on Percocet for the last, almost week now. The doctors in the E.R. only gave him 16 pills, that was only enough until Tuesday morning. Spencer didn't see the Orthopedic surgeon until Wednesday afternoon. He didn't want to go a day and a half without any pain pills. So we drove to the E.R. to see if they would give him some more drugs, they wouldn't. Then he went to the hockey doctor to see if he would. The hockey doctor wasn't there. Then we went to see the Orthopedic surgeon to see if they would, and they wouldn't. Then Spencer got a call to say that the hockey doctor got the message and wrote out a perscription for more Percocet.



Ugh! This has been hectic. I'll keep you posted on what is going on.