I dismissed Diablo Wife's pleading to go to the ER Saturday night... figured I could get through the night and re-evaluate in the morning.
Sunday morning I couldn't move at all; pain was a lot worse.
Diablo Scott's angel of a spouse called the EMTs for me at 7:30am with a minimal number of "I told you so's".
Diablo neighbors expressed curiosity disguised as concern while they watched the paramedics load a miserable, mangled, middle-aged meat-sack into the ambulance.
Spent 9 hours in the ER at JMMH getting scanned and drugged and examined. There were also a lot of questions about insurance, travelling to west Africa, and rating my pain level on 0-10 scale.
Dr. Leonard was my main case manager and he was great - went to UCDavis medical school and rode the Davis Double (!)... great bedside manager and smart as a whip. His most memorable diagnostic remark: "Well, you're obviously in misery..." I don't know why, but that kind of confirmation from an authority seemed important to me.
Four broken ribs; #4,5,6, and 7. More confirmation.
They were kind of on the fence about admitting me... went over the pros and cons, but we decided together that if I could get off the bed and walk around a little bit that I could go home. At 4:30 pm I did it... but just barely. First time I'd been vertical in about 20 hours.
Next person who makes a crack about finding another sport to participate in... will be just one more guy who just doesn't get it.