My Ride in an Ambulance

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I don't want to say this is my first ride, because it might not have been. Anyway, it's the first one I remember. This is inspired by @JaboUK It was during a bad time in my marriage. The end was drawing near. The kids were still all at home, so not sure how old they were. It was before the temporary split in our marriage though. I had been having trouble with my left knee and suddenly I could barely walk or not walk. I needed to get to the emergency room. We didn't have a car at the time so the only way was by ambulance and we also didn't have a phone, so that meant waiting until a neighbor was awake so we could call one. I told my daughter to run down to that person's house and call the ambulance. I did my best to get dressed, very hard to do when you're in a great deal of pain and the person you hope would help, refused. When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics had to carry me down the stairs as there wasn't enough room to bring the gurney up the stairs. No, my husband didn't help get me down the stairs. My husband did not go along, but stayed home with the kids. I ended up being in the hospital for a week with bursitis in my knee and then had to learn to walk with crutches. It was weeks before my knee was well enough to walk without crutches or a lot of pain. My husband visited me only once and then for about five minutes. Well that was the sad state of our marriage at the time. No compassion of any kind. Okay, not a good story about my first ride in an ambulance. I was hurt that he cared so little about me and the pain I was going through. Those days are long over, and I'll never see him again.