It's broken!

This is taking up after Manfred's fall in the Ticson airport. After we left Tucson, flew to DFW, said goodbye to Richard & Karen and changed planes, we landed in SeaTac about 11 pm. We took a taxi to the Harborview Hospital emergency room in downtown Seattle to see if Manfred's shoulder was dislocated, if so, they could relocate it. There they kept us sitting and answering questions (always same questions, different questioners), until finally they took x-rays and found that the bone is broken. And broken in a place that cannot be set and put in a cast. It just has to heal as best it can, and he will lose much mobility in the arm. The right arm, that is!

So, after 5 hours, in which time we never got to see the x-rays or talk more than 5 minutes with a doctor, they gave us a sling and said goodbye, have a nice day. The sling was a very rinky-dink one, doing more harm than good.

So we took an Über back to SeaTac just in time to get on the 4:30 bus to Port Orchard. We arrived at the bus stop at 5:30 and got home by taxi before 6 am. We had only been awake for 24 hours, but it seemed like soooo much longer.