First of all, a HUGE thank you to our friends and family for the support. Your thoughts and prayers mean the world.
I arrived at the hospital this morning to find a weary Craig and the news that he would not be released today. We hope for tomorrow, but it could be Wednesday. The L1 vertebrae is broken, and 30% compressed on one side (he shrunk). This means that he'll wear a brace for 4-6 weeks; hopefully avoiding any surgery. He was measured by the nice man from Hangar, and are praying that the that the brace will arrive tomorrow. When we get home, he will need to be flat on his back for two weeks, after which time he hopes to back to work. He will only be allowed to sit up for 45 minutes at a time, and then will either stand up or lie down (flat again). I think I'll get him a cot for his office for Christmas.
I left him in the good hands of the Fink's and hope to get some housework done so that I will be organized for his homecoming. He was in good spirits (laughter, hydrocodone and strong muscle relaxers did the trick) when I left and now I hope he'll nap for awhile.
In all of the hoopla last night, Troy took Murray home so I could be with Craig. Stef had us in fits of laughter recalling the events of the evening. Apparently, he walked in the door, took his coat off, looked at Stef with a deadpan expression and said, "My Dad fell off the roof. They might shoot him." Stef changed the subject and they did the laundry. Apparently we need to have some discussion about guns. We hope to have him visit the hospital this evening, depending on how the day goes.
Again, thank you to everyone for offers of help and support. I'm as calm as I am because his injuries could have been so much worse, and I'm thankful that he will prevail.