My husband works as an electrician on-site. He has been injured a few times, but each time he called himself. He is someone with such strong mental resilience that even after falling down the stairs and being taken to the emergency room by ambulance, he still managed to call directly. I'm calling directly so you won't be too surprised. It's already been 2 years and 5 months. I also called directly that day, but what was different from other times was that they told me to go to the emergency room. I just said I would come after treatment, but then I was told to come to the hospital, so I wondered if I was badly hurt... Still, seeing that he called himself, I thought, "He's quite something." Without much worry, I headed to Pusan National University Hospital. At that time, I couldn't enter because of COVID-19, so they verified my identity and gave me a temporary pass. When I went to find my husband, he was lying in bed, and I didn't know what he had injured. There were no visible parts of the face, head, arms, or legs. But this husband doesn't tell me anything; even when I ask if he's hurt somewhere, he just says he's a little hurt and doesn't say anything else, so I don't know what to do. After a while, the doctor came and asked for my name, inquired how I got injured, and told me to lift my arm... I almost sat down. There was a hole under my armpit. That's why I didn't show it. Reinforcement bars... Do you know the steel bars used in construction sites for walls? It seems like it pierced through my side. I moved to the treatment room to disinfect, but since the steel infection couldn't be transferred, I inserted gauze into the pierced area and wiped it without anesthesia, then turned my head... They didn't let anyone in and didn't close the door. I was disinfecting for a long time, and tears kept coming to my eyes. But I thought I shouldn't let my husband see me crying. After disinfection, tests are conducted. They perform many tests... continuously testing. The doctors come and consistently say the same thing: it's a matter of luck. The rebar passing through the armpit was just about to come out through the back, and it was an ordinary person who was about to break through. My husband's torso is thick. He's a well-built person, and having a good build has saved his life. They said it's really lucky that both the lungs and ribs were missed, and the nerve under the armpit was also avoided. Listening to that story, I realized that even if I got hurt, I should be thankful. After the check-up, I started to worry about what to do with the kids... Fortunately, a friend who lives nearby brought me a lunchbox, so I took care of that and told the kids to play and go to sleep, and I learned that such things can happen. I stayed until 12 o'clock, and since my husband was also going to sleep a bit, I thought I could stay overnight, so I headed home. I can't sit in the emergency room all night, and I'm worried about my sons as well. After coming home, I prepared some food for the next day, packed the hospital essentials, took a short nap, and then headed back to the hospital at 6 o'clock. I'm really glad it was Saturday. I was admitted in the morning when the hospital room became available, and from then on, there were many things to do. I couldn't even take a shower, so I wiped him down with a wet cloth first, washed his hands and feet, dressed him, and then had to go for disinfection. Caregiving is really exhaustingใ ใ Still, since the recovery speed was relatively fast, I was discharged after 8 days. They said it's okay to continue outpatient treatment as the flesh is healing well. I was ๊ณ ๋ฏผing alone about whether I should keep doing this. I jokingly said let's go back into the mountains again, but I was worried and anxious. I was worried that it might cause trauma, but I'm grateful to my husband who handled it well ^^