Update

What a crazy week.  It's so unbelievable that I have a casserole contingent coming to the house this week.  I'm thankful for that because honestly we are all gonna turn into fast food at the rate we are going.

Tuesday Sonny Boy broke his femur.  Wednesday he had surgery.  All went well with the surgery but he was kept in the hospital for pain control and to make sure he could manage some movement with help before he was sent home.  Friday we piled into the car with the trunk full of medical equipment, wheelchair, walker and crutches, and the rest of us so scrunched up we looked like illegal aliens crossing the border.

Since getting home it's stressful as we get up in the middle of the night to make sure meds stay level for pain control because if they start wearing off we certainly hear about it.  The stoic kid howls and throws a rocking fit.  Even when pain is under control he's a little bear - I think all of his sense of humor leaked out of his bone when it broke.  Over all he's doing pretty well though and we keep telling ourselves we'll be sitting on him in a week or two to keep him from re-injury.

Mom has finally turned a corner and has made significant progress in her therapy.  Her planned release date is now the 30th.  I'm still stressed as to how we are going to manage two invalids in the house, jobs, school and the like.  I guess we'll manage as there really isn't another choice.

Personally I don't think I can handle one more minute of stress.  I took my blood pressure the other day and it's high.  My neck, shoulders, and back are so tight that it honestly hurts to take a deep breath.  I told Hubby if only his mother or sister were closer I'd have her come stay the night and Hubby and I would just get a hotel room in order to have a good night's sleep, and not have the noise of the household at full volume.  Because no matter if the other is taking care of the situation you still can't really escape it in our house.

Well I see Hubby pulling in the driveway from a grocery store run.  I'm going to run up to visit Mom a bit in Milwaukee because I have guilt she's basically sat in the hospital all alone all week with only a brief stop in by Igor and I one night.

Unfreakin' believable

Really, Really?!!  This has got to be some sort of record for bad luck.

I get a phone call today at work from Hubby "Does Sonny Boy have any allergies, and don't be mad." 

Sonny Boy's sled slammed into a chain length fence next to the sledding hill and broke his right femur.  Hubby had to call the ambulance to get him off the hill.  The same hill that Igor broke his leg on a few years ago.  The same hill I'd been telling the boys I didn't want them on because too many people in the family are already in the hospital and I can't deal with one more.  The same hill my co-worker whose husband is an EMS/ firefighter refused to let her kids go down because he responded to too many calls there. 

So today my afternoon was spent first at the local community hospital where Sonny Boy was x-rayed (let me tell you the x-ray makes one nauseas) and packaged up to go by ambulance to Children's hospital in Milwaukee.  I rode in the ambulance up with Sonny Boy while Hubby and Igor got a change of clothes for Hubby and came quickly behind.  We all hung out while they did more x-rays and got a consult from orthopedics.  Tonight Sonny Boy will be put in a traction boot and will have surgery tomorrow that will either be long pins or a plate depending on the surgeon.  The good news is it's a relatively clean break, not in the growth plates and should heal with few problems.  The bad news is it's surgery, a couple of days in the hospital, and several weeks on crutches.

I brought Igor home and will take him to school in the morning and head into Children's with a change of clothes and likely trade out with Hubby for the evening.  I may try to sneak over to the hospital Mom is in (across town) for a quick visit as I haven't been there in two days now. 

I just had to vent.  I'm really angry at Hubby over this.  While I know this was certainly not something he intended, he kept poo pooing my objections and letting the boys go on that hill, and now my already overloaded plate is now spilling onto the floor.

Just a note

Typing on the I pad as the lap top is in the next room and that's just too far away.  If something is crazy I blame lack of keyboard and autocorrect.

It's strange to think I've fallen into habits while visiting at the hospital but I suppose we are creatures of habit.  Mom has been in the rehab unit long enough that I've met all the nurses who typically work her wing on all shifts.  I've met several of the therapist, and I'm getting adept at managing transfers of her from bed to walker / wheelchair / commode.

Mom has one nurse who is Ukrainian and has a middling thick accent which gives Mom fits understanding her.  N is very chatty and smart as a whip and very blunt which frankly I find refreshing in medical fields, because no one ever really wants to give a straight answer.

Mom seems to have better days and horrible days.  Pain control is a real issue, she's not really on too many meds due to all the previous scare but what she is on makes her thick headed at best and really sleepy most of the time.  I think she has mostly given up TV and spends the majority of her time asleep.  I don't really know how much is med related, depression, or just plain old exhaustion from injury and not getting long periods of uninterrupted sleep due to pain and hospital environment.

This morning we all left the house before light to go to Sonny Boy's wrestling tournament.  The route to the tourney basically went right past the hospital so I parked the car there and went the rest of the way to the tournament with Hubby and the boys.  Thankfully the tournament was very well ran with a minimum of waiting around which usually occurs at these things.  Sonny Boy did surprisingly well considering he was all for giving up the sport a week ago.  He lost his first match in sudden death overtime, lost the the second match to a kid who just really did beat him, but he won the last two matches by pin to come in 3 rd in a 5 kid bracket.   He was thrilled with the results and his coach declared he was very impressed.  After the tournament we all went to the hospital to show grandma the new hardware and subject her to video replay.  The kids stayed only briefly and left with hubby while I hung around a few hours and attended therapy with her.

I came home around 6:00 to find all the boys watching some corny Garfield movie so I went upstairs to warm my feet under the electric blanket.  Did you know that warm feet induce narcolepsy?  Neither did I, but I woke up rather confused two hours later having slept through supper and just in time to give Igor a good night kiss.

I'm so very tired,  not simply physically, but emotionally, and ( crap I can't think of the right word if that tells you anything) cognitively.  I take time off from hospital visits and try to be good to myself but looking ahead more than a couple of days seems impossible.  Hubby has been wonderful and picked up all my slack, but I can tell the kids are actually missing me ( maybe the first time they would admit it) Igor is clingy( er) and even Sonny Boy has been cuddly - except when he made me be his wrestling partner the other night.

Muddling through. . .

. . . because I don't really have any other option.



When I last left I was in the hospital with Mom.  I was spending the night so I could catch the doctors who made stinking early rounds.  That night turned into a nightmare, mom so crazy and confused arguing with me, nurses, and saying she was going to get up and leave.  At one point of the night I told her if she could get her ass out of bed and walk as far as the door I'd bring her home right then and there - of course she couldn't do it.  I remember one point being in the hallway in the middle of the night near tears with the nurses because she was so out of kilter and crazy.  That morning I stayed till near noon and did manage to catch some doctors.  Stent surgery was scheduled, Mom was convinced I was demon spawn, and I'd had enough of the crazy and went home.  When I got home I handed Hubby my cell phone and told him I was only home for medical professionals and went to bed.  While I was sleeping Mom blew up Hubby's phone and he went to the hospital to try to calm her down.  I woke up several hours later confused if it was 6:00 am or pm and came downstairs to find the kids had made their own PB&J for supper and were happily gorging on video games.  Hubby managing mom, texted reports that she was certain she was in a fire station and that a cat was in her hospital room.  After CAT scans and blood work they finally came to the conclusion that she was seriously sleep deprived and gave her a tranquilizer.  The next morning Hubby and I went to the hospital early so we could be there during the stent procedure and despite having only about 4 hours of good sleep we saw marked improvement in her mental function.

The stent procedure went well.  They implanted four stents which cleared blockages that were up to 95%.  The next day or two later she was subjected to an electrophysiology study that concluded that all the blackout episodes were a result of the blockages.  A few days later and Mom was sent to a intensive rehab unit in the hospital.

After about a week in the rehab unit I don't see huge improvement within her.  In fact I see her mental state deteriorating almost daily.  After initial evaluations the rehab team had estimated her a release date of Jan 21, today they moved it back to the 28th and frankly say they are not even sure about that.

In the meantime I've managed to get her some insurance through the "Obamacare" which will start on Feb 1.  The hospital was overjoyed when I told them that today as they were not comfortable releasing her home and honestly I'm not up to taking care of her.

Mom is terribly incontinent both bowel and urine and doesn't actually feel herself going.  Worrisome as nerve damage is feared and the medical team wants to do an MRI, normally not a problem however she has a metal clip in her brain and nobody really knows if it's MRI compatible.   I googled around a bit today and found out how the hospital can get her records from the hospital that did the surgery back in '99 and called to confirm that those records exists. 

Battling a migraine and sick of looking at Christmas decorations I took the day off from going the hospital and spent it packing up the tree and other stuff.  It's all neatly stacked in the dining room waiting on Hubby to hall it down to the basement.  I'm glad to have it down, this is probably the latest I've ever had decorations up as I usually take them down on New Year's day.

I other than Mom news...  Sonny Boy was officially hating wrestling.  It seems as though he was paired with a couple of boys who are a few levels ahead of him and practices were going tough with him spending a lot of time on his back.  Sonny Boy was sick of it and declared he wasn't going to do tournaments this year and was looking for excuses to not go to practice.  Hubby e-mailed the coach who made sure to pair him with a lesser opponent last night and it's 180 degrees and now he's planning on going to a tournament this Sunday.  While I pretty sure Sonny Boy isn't the next Olympic wrestler I think he's scrappy enough to do well with it, so I'm glad he decided to stick with it for the time being.  If nothing else wrestling gives him a good outlet to vent his frustration physically which is really important to him.

Igor is trudging along being Igor.  I was trying to line out violin lessons for him so he could have his own "thing" since most sports are out of the question for him.  However with the Mom fiasco and luck would have it that the violin teacher I had spoken with is dealing with a cancer diagnosis with her husband, it hasn't happened.  In the meantime Igor is adamant he doesn't want violin lessons but does want  piano lessons.  I really have no issue with piano lessons except the fact I do not have space ANYWHERE in my house to put even the smallest piano.  That's on hold for now and in the meantime I'm trying to talk him into violin at least long enough to start learning to read music.

Work is going well for both Hubby and I.  My new job is somewhat boring but so low stress and  so easy it's silly.  I mostly stamp, sticker, and cover new books and DVD's.  I work two full days and one half day a week and I like the schedule better than just a few hours everyday.  The two full days seem incredibly long.  Currently Hubby has been able to come home and pick up the kids after school on my work days.  When I took the job I was doing it with the idea that Mom would be around to be a warm body sitter.  Now I don't know what I'll do.  We are going to have make better arrangements soon, hopefully I can find a responsible high school girl in the meantime.  I'm thankful that Hubby's job allows him the opportunity to come home and do this.  While my income certainly isn't keeping us afloat, I really enjoy having a job where I get to see adults and have a life outside of kids and mom.
 
Now I muddle through.  Today I asked Sonny Boy if he noticed anything different (meaning the tree was down) and in his ever present, inherited, learned and sometimes appreciated smart ass-ness he said "you're upright?"  Yeah, when I'm home I'm usually asleep or looking like mummy in my couch throw in the chair.  I tell ya, the ever present pull I'm should be at home doing something while I twiddle fingers at the hospital, the two hour round trip to get there and back, and the guilt of not being at the hospital when I'm not there is killing me. 

If we had no bad we'd have no luck at all

I really can't make this stuff up.  I'm not that imaginative, my life the last couple of weeks sounds like some sort of bad melodramatic TV show.

My last post left off sitting in the ER with Mom waiting on results.  They came back and declared that she  had broken her sacrum.  Mom was admitted to the hospital and hopped up on morphine for the pain.  The next day she was like somebody had pulled the string on a chatty Cathy doll.   Talk, talk, talk.  I sat next to her as my fever crept up and the crud that had taken down the kids and Hubby snuck up on me.  The next day I stayed home from the hospital and Hubby went and sat with Mom most of the day and reported that she mostly slept but they were going to move her to ICU as her O2 stats had fallen and they wanted to keep a closer eye on her.   I go in on Thursday and she is completely out of it, not lucid at all, tremors like she has Parkinson's and had dementia with repeated OCD like behaviors.  I sat with her all day and her O2 stats dropped off slowly throughout the day.  I stayed as long as I could stand it and went home. Around 10:30 I hear a retching noise and weak "Moma" filter down from upstairs.  Igor had puked EVERYWHERE.  I honestly think it was one of the worst puke disasters I've had to clean up as a parent.  Two hours later I hear a whimper and he was sick again, luckily I managed to get him to the toilet in time.  Later at 2:00 a.m. the hospital called and told me that they had put Mom on a vent but "DO NOT COME DOWN HERE THE ROADS ARE TOO BAD"  I only live about 5 blocks from our town's hospital but my experience and many years of watching assorted medical shows I knew it didn't matter if I was there or not as she would be heavily medicated.  At 6 a.m. I got an automated phone call from the school advising that school was cancelled.  I got up and made coffee, showered etc. to go the hospital figuring I could catch doctors since I was up anyway. 

I walked out the back door to find the world a sheet of ice.  I stepped gingerly down the first three steps and fell down the bottom two onto my hands and knees.  I checked myself out - no injuries other than pride - and shuffled and slid to the car.  I couldn't get the car out of the driveway - it's slightly inclined - and it nearly slid into the new truck.  Thankfully it didn't hit it as Hubby would have had his undies in a twist about that.  I carefully slid back into the house and got the truck keys then went down to the corner hardware store where they were doing a brisk business in sidewalk salt and got some for myself.  I went home, spread the salt and did a perfect butt plant that was so hard my teeth jarred together.  Honestly it was a good thing it happened so quickly, and my hands were full as I'd likely broken a wrist if I'd have gotten a hand down.

I get to the hospital finally and speak to the nurses and doctors and frankly they had no idea what was going on.  I called Mom's brothers and a close family friend to tell them what was happening.  One brother and the friend make flight reservations and arrived on Saturday.   The next few days were a blur of sitting at the hospital and watching Mom breathe through a straw.

Monday the 23rd they pulled the vent.  Mom was breathing on her own well but her blood pressure went through the roof as she struggled confused, agitated and in pain.  I had left my uncle home with the boys as he had pulled a morning shift with Mom at the hospital and he needed to go the airport around 4:00.  I called Hubby who was trying to squeeze a day in at work and had him come home to take my uncle to the airport because I felt I needed to be there to keep Mom calm.  The family friend that had come to town sat with me and the two of us did a dance of adjusting pillows, bed, and repeating to Mom every 5 minutes where she was and what had happened.  I stayed until 11:00 pm that night and was both physically and mentally exhausted when I left.

Tuesday and Wednesday went better with marked improvement in Mom's mental awareness and a steady removal of tubes, wires and the like.  Thursday she was doing fairly well, still in pain but seemed to be on the mend.  Friday (yesterday) she was transferred to Milwaukee for stent surgery which should happen early next week.  Today she is complaining a lot and I'm determined to keep her awake this evening as she has her day and night confused and called me at 4:45 a.m. this morning wondering if I was going to come visit her today.

The skinny is that is seems she overdosed on morphine.  Mom has kidney disease to top off all the other problems and she wasn't clearing the morphine but they kept giving her a normal dose.  Doesn't work so well.  More CT scans on her pelvis reveal more than just a fractured sacrum but several breaks that I was told were consistent with a high speed vehicle accident.  Due to the nature of the fracture and the fragility of her bones nothing but time - at least 6 weeks - to heal her pelvis.

In the middle of all the Mom drama a stomach bug has ravaged through the household and hit everyone but me.  I think it hit Hubby hardest as the kids seemed to bounce within 24 hours, and Hubby took closer to 48 hours.  I don't know how I managed to miss it (maybe I haven't).  I've also started my new position at the library too.  I had asked for a few days off at the beginning of the fiasco and then managed to squeeze in a couple of days of training the Thursday and Friday after Christmas as the family friend was in town and sat with Mom those days.  Oh, and our kitchen sink drain clogged up!


I apologize for the crazy disjointed writing.  I'm at the hospital with Mom and between the interruptions, crazy questions from Mom, and general loss of train of thought this is probably the worst thing I've written in ages.  Honestly I can't even read through the whole post without an interruption.

Well Darn

That's not really what I want to say, but I at least try to keep the cursing down in to the smaller print.  Go ahead, guess where I'm at?  Yeah in the ER with mom.  Today I grabbed a couple of bags of groceries for her and when she came to the door to let me in she grabbed the groceries and asked me to go get her mail.  When I walked back in the house she was on the floor.  Black out again.  I helped her get up and she though she might have pulled a muscle in her back.  I got her in her chair, chased down the cardiologist who said she needed to stop taking xyz drug which was dropping her blood pressure and call again tomorrow.  I washed her dishes that had taken over the kitchen and did some tidying up, something I usually refuse to do because frankly mom is lazy.  I went home and took care of some scout stuff while Hubby scrapped up some supper, I ate and went back over to mom's to finish dishes and make her something to eat.  I fixed her a sandwich which she ate and I was going to help her get in the shower she couldn't put any weight on her right leg.  No way no how could she move.  I had Igor go get Hubby who came over and we decided she needed to go to the ER.  Hubby tried to lift her like a child and she couldn't tolerate it so we ended up calling an ambulance.

Now I'm sitting in a miserably uncomfortable chair, typing on the I pad and listening to my doped up on morphine mother rambling on and on and on.  I thought you were just supposed to sleep on those drugs.  Anyway we are waiting to see how bad the damage is.

Fun.

Not that I really have more time...

I haven't really found time, I simply have a nice case of insomnia and a hacking up a lung husband to keep me awake so I thought I would fill in on some of the crazy that has been happening in our lives.

The biggest and most worrisome news is Mom's health.  She had a heart cath last week that showed significant blockages in two arteries.  One of the arteries is a kinked up mess (just strange anatomy on her part) and it would be impossible to stent it.  The other has several blockages as well.  The doctor said he would normally have went ahead and held mom and went through with a bypass surgery but she has so many other factors with the kidney disease that he wanted to run it through for 2nd and 5th opinions of the cardiologist at the mother hospital in Milwaukee.  In the meantime he gave Mom a couple of new meds that have basically given her a moderate headache and made her feel dragged out even more than normal.  Yesterday I was out Christmas shopping, and she called me and told me she fell.  There was no reason to fall, - nothing to trip over etc and I was pretty sure she had blacked out.  I called Hubby, and sent him over to take her blood pressure and check on her.  He believed she blacked out for a second or so because she didn't really know what happened, just that she fell.  When I spoke with the doctor I was hoping to put off surgery until after Christmas, but if she can't safely walk from one room to another I doubt it's a real possibility.

We have managed to pass around a nasty cold the last week.  Last weekend Igor ran a fever for a day or so, he never seemed to be too sick, just a little draggy.  Tuesday the school sent Sonny Boy home from school as he was running a fever and he missed school on Wednesday and Thursday.  Friday Hubby came home from work dragging ass due to fever and today I believe I'm on the downhill slide.  Needless to say bad timing.  I feel like I should be checking on Mom every 2 -3 hours but frankly I've put her in quarantine unless she needs us.  I'll have to over tomorrow and hunt down the verdict from the doctor, maybe I'll wear a surgical mask.

On the plus side the majority of the Christmas shopping got accomplished yesterday.  There are still a few little things to pick up and some online stuff I ordered to come in but it's done.  Now I only need to wrap it.

I received a little promotion at work.  I am now the Tech Services Assistant, which sounds like I'll be very computer oriented and such, not really. My new job will mostly entail cataloging the new books and prepping them for circulation.  The hours will change a little and I'll get a few more hours of work, plus a small pay raise for the step up.  I'm excited about the new change however it has come at a bad time as I must train for a couple of different things, and the hours will change.  When I accepted the job I took it with the idea that the hours I worked outside of the school day Mom would be able to wrangle the boys for the 1 1/2 hours they are out of school before I get home.  Work is understanding as many of the women (and it's all women) have been, or are in the same boat.  All I can do is be there as much as reasonable.  Thankfully I'm not dependent on that income, though it is nice to have a job to go to.

That's all I know for now.  Here I was hoping to have a peaceful boring Christmas this year.  I worry the kids are gonna get a complex that grandparents have a schedule of serious illness and death (FIL passed away last Christmas) at the holidays.

Well, isn't this special

 

I'll add more detail later. 

 

Mom  had her heart cath today, the news was less than great.

 

Sonny Boy has was sent home on Tuesday from school and hasn't been allowed back in due to a bug.

 

It's REALLY stinkin' cold.

 

I've only managed to get like two Christmas presents purchased.

 

I ordered shoes from Zappos for Igor while sitting at the hospital this a.m. - figured out when I got home wrong size and they were already in transit.  Zappos great, refunded and will try to "intercept" my order like it's some sort of military mission or something.

 

I got a promotion at work (good news) but now I'm in training again for a while and all this happening at the holidays.

 

UG.

 

I don't know why I have to type everything centered, today I'll just roll with it.

 

 

 

 

Just when you think it's getting calmer...

The last few doctor appointments Mom has had I have sent her on her own.  Frankly they have become very routine with just about the same things asked, said, and gone over.  Therefore when Mom had a doctor appointment with the family doc the other day I didn't think much of it, honestly figuring if anything popped up crazy the doctor would call me.  Well the family doctor didn't call me but sent Mom over to the cardiologist.  The cardiologist started running tests which Mom brushed off as no big deal, they are just checking me out.  I stupidly thought that they were just being a little over-cautious and kept trucking. 

I was wrong.

When I got off work the other day I had a message on my phone from Mom to come by  "We need to talk".  I was worried as I did know that they had called her in after running a test and she wouldn't let me go with her.  Quote "I'm a big girl".  Well the "big girl"  had evidently passed out a couple times and her heart arrhythmia is getting bad enough to cause these episodes.  Mom never told me for fear I would make her move out of her house.  The doctor and the nurses crawled all over her for not telling me, for not bringing me to the appointment and so on and so forth.  Now, with Mom's consent I am now handling the scheduling and understanding of her heart condition, which frankly I have to dumb down to a 10 year old level for her.  Last week I spent an entire day at the cardiologist office while they ran some more tests that indicated a possible blockage. I had to call into work because it became apparent I wasn't going to make it there.  Week after next Mom goes in for a heart cath.  She's actually freaked out enough to try and quit smoking.

Honestly, I can't get too emotional about it.  I'm worried of course, but I just see this as the beginning of long downhill of health decline that I knew was coming.  I'm glad she's nearby so I can manage things, and frankly I feel the healthcare here is far superior to what was available in her area.  I worry about the nightmare of medical bills.  The hospital has been terrific with their charity program, I have applied for the state medical program but haven't heard from them.  I worry that her small nest egg will keep her from that - she might be better off it was gone.  I'm sure just the amount of tests in the last couple of weeks would easily eat it up.  "Obamacare" isn't a help yet as even if I could get her enrolled it won't kick in until the start of the year, though I suppose I should try to navigate that website and see what's available.

Thanksgiving I have refused to cook.  I'm trying to find somewhere to make reservations.  Hubby leaves for France the Saturday after, with the amount of stress dumping on me I'm not adding a turkey to it.

Camping Stories

Inspired by my blog pal Lyn over at Duck and Wheel with String thought I'd share a camping story or two with you.

Over the years Hubby and I, then later with the kids have camped a fair bit.  The easy camping trips where nothing goes wrong seem to fade away in our memories but the ones where misery strikes stick with us for years.  Like a bad vacation I suppose.

Back in September of this year the Cub Scout pack got adventurous and decide to organize a campout for the entire pack (around 30 kids and their adult and sometimes siblings)  I had planned on a tent with the group, until the weather turned and the lows at night were going to be somewhere in the 30's.  Frankly sleeping cold in a tent when I have a camper in the driveway seemed crazy.  I therefore packed up the camper and drove it to the nearby state park where we were having the campout and purchased the last electric site for the weekend.  Oh, one little fact that my husband was in France this week didn't really deter me.  The campout was officially for Saturday night but I took the camper out on Friday evening to get set up and have a little quiet time before the cub scout stuff began.  The day went pretty much as planned and with some shuffling around with Sonny Boy who had football games and such it was going well. 

After the scout activities ended around 9:00 pm I hustled the kids back to our campsite and tucked them into bed, watching the two of them fall deep asleep faster than you could humanly think possible.  I lie there dozing and listening to the drunks a campsite or two over wishing they would settle down but they weren't too bad.   Soon I heard a guy start yelling across the campground, "Shut-up"  and assorted other demands to be quite.  I was glad of this because the drunks were getting a little annoying.  Less than five minutes later the guys starts yelling again " I said shut the F--- up!" and the rowdy campers start exchanging words with him - loudly.  By this time I could tell it was escalating quickly and start calling the park number to try and get the ranger.  After a lifetime of menus I still couldn't get a person so I hung up and called 911.  While I'm on the phone with the 911 operator I hear the guy yell "I'm a cop and you better believe I have I weapon"  I relay all the information to the operator as a now wide awake Sonny Boy listens to obscenities fly and peeks out the tent ends of the camper.  When I hear the weapon remark I make Sonny Boy get into the floor of the camper to at least put a layer of fiberglass between him and anything that might go flying.  I remain peeking out the window and see officers approaching past my camper with weapons drawn sneaking up on the melee going on 2-3 campsites down.  Soon I could hear that they had the screaming "cop" handcuffed and they pulled a squad car up and loaded somebody into it and a few minutes later an ambulance comes into the campground and treats somebody as well.  Igor happily conked out like a comatose log slept through the whole thing.  (to be fair I didn't make him get out of bed as he was asleep on the dinette which was below window level.)

It's always an adventure camping let me tell you.  Thanks Lyn for giving me good fodder for the blog.