And In the Next Reel ...
In the life-continues-to-be-interesting vein, after we had our pizza yesterday, having vowed not to leave the house again all day, K and I had to go take R to the hospital. (She's okay.) She had been having pain which got worse all day, and a fever which continued to go up, so we went and took her to the hospital which is right at the end of her street because, you know, appendicitis happens.
It was hours before the doctor assured us that appendicitis was not happening to her, at least not last night. But we were in the Emergency Room for some time, they did all the tests, and then sent her home with an antibiotic for a bladder infection. In the meantime, the Hubs is in Minneapolis and extremely not happy that he is not in the hospital with us where he should be. Many cell phone calls went back and forth, today too. Anyway, they sent her home, we stopped and got the prescription filled, and then K stayed over with her for the night so she wouldn't be alone. I had already called out of work for today, figuring that she was having surgery any minute, but I didn't get to sleep until after two, so I slept until nine and then went back and hung out and then drove K home. We are all shot. R says she still has the pain, but not as bad, but feels very washed out. Which is what the antibiotic will do to you, too.
So that was my Sunday. I am sooo tired, but okay. It's a characteristic of my gene pool to be calm in an emergency -- an excellent gene to have, btw -- so I would have been fine even without my current level of happy pills. No one was better in an emergency than my father, although the Hubs runs a close second.
Looks like I'm finally going to have to go back to work tomorrow. And then be out for a couple of hours Wednesday morning for that funeral I need to go to, the Chum's mother. Maybe next week I'll see if I can go a whole five days in a row.
WATCHING THE SIMPSONS :: ENTRY #1856
READING: The Professor and the Madman by ??
Wow, I think I am in your gene pool! I am excellant in an emergency. Just don't try to talk to me in the aftermath for awhile. When I was working as a turnkey at the Cumberland County jail in Maine, I saved a young man at the last second from hanging himself. I walked into his cell and he had been shredding his sheet. At the point I walked in, he had tied a noose and was about to put it around his neck. I didn't know what else to do, wo I (Who never even used the word damn to the prisioners) yelled for him to "Get the fuck down!!" I yelled for backup on my radio and within seconds the room was full of guards and staff. I promptly excused myself and went into the bathroom and vomited for the next 20 minutes. Yup, I'll have the coolest head around until after.
ReplyDeleteUm. I THOUGHT I was pretty cool in a crisis till I read Cosmic's comment. I don't think many people could top THAT one. But the one time I had to take Gracie to the ER (she fell down and punched her teeth through her tongue), I stayed cool, though I did ask my neighbor to go with me to the ER (Kurt was deployed). OH! And then there was the time she had some sort of swollen something-or-other on her face which caused her massive pain, and I stayed calm because I didn't want HER to freak out. Kurt had just left on a business trip too.
ReplyDeleteI hope R feels better soon.
Hope R mends quickly. Scary things- fever and pain!
ReplyDeleteAs for the political entry at my place, sure! Pass it on to anyone who'll hold still long enough to read it! Include a hot link to my site if electronic and put the URL on it somewhere if you print it up, thanks. I worry far less about my cover being blown than I do about the GOP somehow stealing this election. The louder the rational voices are raised the better Obama's chances. ~LA