5.45 - alarm goes off and reluctantly I get up. It's too early for himself to get up and make tea so I guess I'd better do it,
6.00 - drink tea in bed, trying not to fall asleep
6.15 - sign in to work
6.30 - erudite and witty on a planning call with colleagues in the Far East. Although they'll probably say I was rambling and incoherent, lacking caffeine. Anyway, world peace achieved in 30 minutes then on to another call about goal setting.
7.45 - goal setting call completed; more world peace and quite a lot of admin.
8.00 - prize small boy away from Pokemon to eat breakfast. Cereal is no longer en vogue chez moi so I make a layered yoghurt, Cheerios, yoghurt, muesli ensemble in a glass. Small boy thinks it is exotic and eats it, getting some on the floor and the chair and down his "pants".
8.10. - persuade small boy to get changed, brush teeth...loud persuasion
8.15 - small boy puts on snow pants, coat, balaclava, boots, gloves and we schlep up the road for the school bus
8.40 - home. Coffee, emails, phone calls. Repeat for 6 hours, changing coffee to tea after hour 2. Time spent thinking about going to the bathroom exceeds time spent going to the bathroom by a ratio of 30:1.
2.40 - last call of the day coming to a close. Husband arrives home, third day at new job, home 3 hours early. Try to end call to find out what has happened.
2.45 - husband green and sweating.
2.46 - husband violently sick whilst I IM friends for hospital info
2.47 - husband asks me to call ambulance
3.00 - ambulance arrives. Talk to ambulance crew, tell them that I need to collect small person from bus
3.30. - run back with small person, ambulance crew waiting to tell me where they are taking him. They leave. I cry. Small person suggests that we buy flowers because he saw that on TV and it makes people happy in hospital. Cry a bit more. Small person reassuring me that daddy will be fine and that he must have eaten too much cake and gotten a bad belly.
3.40 - drop small person off at a friends house, blubb about husband in hospital and drive off.
3.45 - remember that I haven't eaten for 8 hours ( typical work day) so stop at Tim Hortons for tea and a biscuit ( I say it's a scone but hey!) and program sat nav.
4.30 - get to hospital and find husband on a trolley, in pain, having his ear bent by the ambulance crew discussing football and will England qualify for the World Cup.
5.30 - Dr checks him out, on the trolley....X-rays , into a side room, drink radioactive Gatorade, back in 1 hour for cat scan. Hooked up to morphine, slowly sounding sloshed.
6.30 - still waiting for cat scan. Crash team rush next door, alarms blasting out. Man dragged in there, half in a wheelchair, unconscious. Nurse falls over dragging him in. I guess the cat scan can wait whilst they try to save the guy next door.
7.15 - calm returns. I don't think he made it judging by the people crying in the corridor.
7.20 - off to cat scan. I text the friends looking after small person, to say it's all still going on
7.40 - dr tells us that it is likely appendix but we are waiting on the scan. Surgeon comes in and prods him a lot. " does this hurt?" No, he's had a pint of morphine! Nothing hurts now.
8.30 - surgeon comes back. It's a kidney stone. 30 more minutes of morphine and he can go home.
9.30 - discharged. I drive home. It's foggy, I have night blindness. The morphine may have dulled the pain but not enough to stop the back seat driver giving me driving advice.
10.10 - in the drug store waiting for a prescription for pain killers
10.30 - in PizzaPizza waiting for chicken wings
11.00 - home, watching the Big Bang Theory, eating junk food. No wine in the house!
Midnight - sleep
6.00am - back talking to China
7.30am - dressed and driving to friends house to see small person.
And so it goes on. Thankful to my great friends for looking after small person; thankful to the medical staff for being so awesome; thankful to the universe that husband is okay now and in the words of Airplane " looks like I picked the wrong day to quit drinking"
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