Sally Waldo and Clint Edvalson
My next-door neighbor, Sally Waldo, is an elderly woman whose husband recently passed away. Since her husband’s passing, my wife has made a real effort to befriend her and look for ways we can help her.
One evening recently, my wife received a phone call from Sally. She said she’d fallen backward in her garage and hit her head. She’d crawled back into her house to her phone and called for help. My wife ran out the door yelling, “Sally fell!” I immediately went into athletic trainer mode and followed my wife over to Sally’s house. We ran in through the garage.
There was a large puddle of blood on the floor and Sally was laying on her stomach on the kitchen floor, bleeding from her head. I checked her for signs of other injuries, performed a quick neurological exam, and determined it was safe to roll her onto her back with my wife’s help. I checked Sally's eyes and determined she likely had a concussion.
Sally’s daughter and son-in-law—a police officer—soon arrived. We spoke with them and agreed Sally should be transported to the hospital via ambulance for further evaluation and suturing.
Later, Sally spoke to my wife. She said when her son-in-law arrived, his first instinct as a law enforcement officer was to take over the situation. But when he saw my shirt, he was confident that the situation was already well in hand. I was wearing a co-branded Murray Football shirt with Intermountain Sports Medicine printed on the sleeve. This gentleman was put at ease knowing that because an Intermountain caregiver was helping, his mom would be well cared for.