That's my estimation of how much sleep I got last night, so my apologies if I am not quite coherent.
Yesterday actually started as a good day for me and Pea. He had a big meeting at work and needed to wear a suit. He got a lot of compliments on how nice he looked and he felt great. I just was feeling really good all day too.
A little after 5:30, he called me as usual to let me know he was catching the train home. We live a mile from the train station, so it works out good. A shuttle runs from work to the train, and then he walks the mile down Main Street and is home about an hour after he leaves work.
But last night, things went really wrong. As I was making dinner, he called from his cell and asked if I could drive around the corner and pick him up. Everything after that is a bit of a blur. As he was walking home, on Main Street in the early evening, three teenagers knocked him down from behind. They punched him several times in the face and reached into his pocket to steal his wallet. He tried to yell for help, but there were no other pedestrians around and no cars stopped or even called 911. I have a really hard time believing there were no cars on Main Street at that time of day, so I'm sure someone must have seen this happening and chose to ignore it.
We are both a bit numb today. We are trying to understand how something like this could happen in our quiet little town. We did give a statement to the police and cancelled all of our credit cards and our bank card. We took him to the ER for a cat scan, and it came back clean. They gave him a prescription for the pain. His nose is swollen (it had bled at the time) and he's got a bunch of red bumps and a cut on his face. I'm sure he will be very sore from being pushed down too. He was told not to go to work today, and luckily he's still sleeping. We didn't get home from the hospital until 1:00 am, so it was a really long night. Neither of us could eat anything, and I'm thankful that with my pump and my CGM I was able to keep my blood sugars between 100 and 120 through the ordeal. I woke up this morning at 60.
Just thinking about this still brings tears to my eyes. But we are trying to look on the bright side and count our blessings. I shudder to think about how much worse this could have been. They could have had weapons. They could have beat him even more than they did. I can't let myself think about anything beyond that - but yes, it could have been so much worse. So today, we will start the process of putting this behind us. I'll get new bank cards. I'll take him for a new license and buy him a new wallet. I'll be dropping him off and picking him up at the train station from now on. We'll fight the urge to hide away from everything (as demonstrated by K.C. and her Kitty Kondo).
And I'll hug him a little closer from now on.