"I Concussed Myself"

Thursday night, around 7:00, Jake called me. This is how our conversation started:

Meg: "Hey"
Jake: "Hey, what are you doing?"
Meg: "Having dinner with my mom and...."
Jake: "I think I hit my head really hard. Where am I? Am I in Roosevelt?"
Meg: "Yes, you are in Roosevelt. What happened?"
Jake: "My head hurts. I think I hit my head. Why am I in Roosevelt?"

The same conversation went on for awhile - over and over again. It didn't take long to realize that something was definitely wrong and that he wasn't snapping out of it. From what I could gather from what Jake was telling me was that he had his pull-up bar on the door frame doing pull-ups, the bar fell, he fell and knocked himself out. He didn't really remember anything and he kept repeating himself.

I was getting really worried about him and I didn't know who to call. I don't know a soul out there or have anyone's numbers. It took me a while but I finally got Jake to give me a number of a guy he worked with. I finally got somebody to go check on Jake and take him to the ER. Jake then kept saying, "So from what we can gather, I was doing a pull-up and the bar fell and I concussed myself?"

I took Kaylee to my in-laws and my mom and I headed to Roosevelt. We didn't get there until midnight and when we did arrive, the nurse said, "Ohh yes, Jake. He's been keeping us pretty entertained. I know quite a lot about him. He has a beautiful baby girl, a beautiful wife and a Camaro." Of course Jake would be worried about his Camaro.

Anyway, Jake suffered a major concussion. The CAT scan showed that everything was fine. The doc said that his memory loss could last a few minutes, a few hours or possibly a few days. Jake's a little chatter box anyway but with this concussion - it was hard to shut him up.

We went back to the apartment to sleep until morning. Getting Jake to go to bed was almost impossible. He had so many questions... and then he had to repeat them again and again and again. It was kind of funny and exhausting. At this point, our conversation was going like this --

Jake: "We have a little girl, right? Kaylee Lyn?"
Meg: "Yep"
Jake: "How is she?"
Meg: "She's just fine."
Jake: "Where is she?"
Meg: "Chris and Jamie are watching her."
Jake: "That's nice of them"
Meg: "Yep."
Jake: "I love her so much."

I made the mistake of telling him once that we had 2 kids (after answering the same question over and over again, I just thought I'd mess with him a little) but it made him pretty sad because he couldn't remember any other kids except for Kaylee. I didn't let him believe it for too long besides we had the same conversation again a few minutes later.

I drove him home today and he's doing much better. The repeating is getting less and his memory is getting better. I don't think he is 100% yet but he's getting there. I'm being the over bearing, over protective wife. I won't let him drive obviously and I'm not letting him do very much. Tomorrow he'll probably get so sick of me because I will ask nicely (not too bossy) that my brother-in-laws do most of the moving and he won't be driving at all tomorrow - even if I have to hide the keys.

I'm just happy that he's doing better and will be fine. I was so scared and worried. And I know it's been really weird for Jake (he's told me so like 100 times). I love him and am so grateful that it wasn't worse.

Thanks to everyone that helped us out!