Not a good Friday... (m)
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|Sun, 04-06-2003 - 12:59pm|
The hospital locked me in a waiting room with 1000 or so throwing up children, over-reactive parents and the screaming one year old with the burned fingers, and my two monster children. (Honestly, for the first time in my life I considered beating the heck out of another person and I'm ashamed to say it is my son I was considering. He was so bad I was crying and wishing the truck that I was wishing that the mack truck that had just hit me would back up and finish me off.) Several hours later they let me see him for, oh, 30 seconds, saying that his neck wasn't broken (ok, this is good) but they were still looking at his spine. It was a few hours later that the receptionist came out and offered to watch the kids that the doc wanted to see me. Ok, when the receptionist of the ER offers to watch your kids ask for the valium then, it is never a good thing. He has a compression fracture of T3 and in the process of x-rays they found a second compression fracture that was obviously "somewhat old" that would be the cause of neck/shoulder pain he has suffered for the past year or so. (He got that one fighting... must call Burton to let him know.)
So, he was in grand shape by then. Not sure what they gave him, but he couldn't speak coherently. They relented in sending him home, apparently he refused to stay when I wasn't there to keep some say in the matter. He is still drugged to the gills.
I will be temporarily out of order and out of the gym until he can again function/drive himself. We have four appointments on Monday for him, CAT, MRI, fracture clinic and determination for his status (as in, get the paperwork to take to his work so they don't keep calling wondering where he is). This has already caused enough stress that I'm eyeing the valium they gave him, I can't imagine how bad it will be when an urge to go workout hits and I can't! Please send green vibes, pray, or whatever you do to make peace with your beliefs for him. And, while your at it, please ask whoever is in charge to put the realization that he is no longer 18 into his head so this is the last time he scares me gray! We won't even approach the two lacerated corneas, broken foot, other broken ankle, the time he set himself on fire or the time he nearly broke his leg falling off the boat. Nope, I won't bore you with those STUPID accidents...