Yesterday

this is about nothing crafty.

mostly to tell you that my internet access is very hard to get...am at tom´s apartment now writing this.

and to tell you quickly about my insane day yesterday and ask for thoughts and prayers for tom.

we were walking down the steps in the apt. building yesterday to go outside and find me a taxi to pick tonya up. at the top of the stairs tom went unconscious and fell head and face first down 10 stairs before i could stop his fall and then within a few minutes turn his feet around and put him on his back. blood was covering tom and myself and the steps and i thought he was dead. he then came conscious and i thought it had been a stroke but it turns out we think he just fainted. i obviously was calling for help but couldn´t leave him to go to the street to find someone. finally the portera came and immediately called the ambulance. after what felt like 2 lifetimes the ambulance came, i had gotten tom to the bottom of the steps and they got him in the ambulance, while cleaning him up a bit and questioning me.

not allowed to enter the ambulance, i decided i would high tail it to the airport. tonya was there within 4 minutes, i negotiated with the same taxi driver back to take us back to the apartment, (what a sweetheart he was), we droppped her stuff and flew to the hospital. after interrogating 4 separate employees of the hospital i was told by some lying son of a bitch that tom had been released. yes, an old gringo who had falled had been released he said, he saw it with his own eyes. where had he gone? home, he guessed. so we ran back to the house, since i had the keys and then called victor the leader of the metropolitan community church argentina. he came immediately and we waited a bit, then sent out church members to local hospitals to find him--where he was found in the same damn hospital that i had been to earlier. they passed through security and the doctors and nurses and went room to room till they found him. he was released by 11pm and is in bed sleeping now.

all tests came out ok, he isn´t dead, he didn´t have a stroke, he fainted we think. tomorrow are more tests and reconstructive surgery.

(when i was here last with peg her knee gave out and we spent an afternoon in the hospital. let us hope this is the last argentine hospital experience i have...and when i say that i can´t speak spanish next time, which i can´t really well, hit me. i learned what i can negotiate in times of crisis. )