Terrible tumble.

Trip Start Apr 10, 2010
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Trip End Apr 10, 2011


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Flag of Germany  , Bavaria,
Tuesday, July 27, 2010

The morning was bleak and drizzly. We had decided that as we were perhaps a km out of town that we would scoot into town to have a wander before we lined up for play tickets.
But, as we were tackling the steep hill down from our parking lot, Jena was startled by an upcoming speed bump and went to step off her scooter to run. The wet ground coupled with her tractionless boots made a horrible marriage that had her flip upside down striking the back of her head on the asphalt.
When Joel doubled back he came to see her twisted on the ground, both hands grasping the back of her head. When he began to help he realized that yes, Jena's near incoherent babbling was correct; lots of blood.

A random German tourist named Dieter helped us call and ambulance and soon enough they arrived. Dieter had donated his jacket so Jena could have a pillow and Joel was occupied with covering her from the rain with our miniature umbrella. Jena was busy checking her body for sensation. When she had first been struck she became numb on one side and unable to move for several seconds. As the paramedic saw to her, it took a lot of her strength to simply remain conscious.

The police had also arrived and were taking photos and asking for passports. The police took up so much time and suddenly the urgency of getting to the hospital was halted to that they could get all our information. Really dumb.

Joel jumped in the back of the ambulance and after a nauseating 30 minute drive to the hospital 2 towns over, we were taken into emergency.
Jena was examined, x-rayed, shaved and stitched, ultrasounded, Dripped, drugged, and held in observation so they could watch to see if her brain was damaged. She had to stay in a bed overnight where they woke her up every hour to check her vitals.

Joel went back to fetch Bigwig by catching a couple of buses. He slept in the parking lot. He wrote this poem while he was in the waiting room as well as the bus:

She scooted down the slippery hill
With bogus shoes, which damn near killed
my gorgeous girl, shoes non else could fill
Though cracked her head upon that hill

As I sit here all the day
they rushed and wheeled my wife away
They numbed her down with a needled vein
to stitch they cut her hair away

On the bus, bought my second ticket
back to Oberammergau to pick up bigwig
I’ve left my wife in her hospital gown
I hope I’ll find my way back to the town

We may not see Ze Passionspiele
The ambulance fee was our Archele’s heel
Will we wait a whole decade?
to see the famous Christian play.

We’ll probably see the play though. Jena says we can’t miss it. She got released in the morning and we walked out the door when they said we could go. We think there should have been more papers to fill in but they just let us go. Really strange. We wonder if they will be able to bill us.. hmm. Jena’s nurses were really interesting. One woman, the good English speaker, was one of those overly happy people that laugh and smile too much. It’s usually those types by which you need to watch out for your kidneys. But she was funny as. And although Jena had repeatedly asked to have the blood washed out of her hair, they seemed to ignore her. In fact, right now, her hair is STILL dried up like a bloody red nest. As she pulls at it, more of the cut hair comes off and the dried blood flakes off onto everything. Joel just calls it the beautiful red glitter.

We went back to Oberammergau AGAINNNN to suss out buying some more tickets, more or less picking up where we left off before the accident. Turns out the play doesn’t play on Wednesdays. We will have to wait yet another day.
We are of the mind that the Passionspiele will be totally worth it. Hell, next time it is on again Jena will be 32 and Joel will be 37!  
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