Tuesday, April 24, 2012

I couldn't make this up!

Oh boy....it's been a crazy week.  And by crazy, I mean a how-in-the-hell-am-I-going-to-survive-this week.   It's why I haven't written in a while.  Honestly, I haven't had the energy or with-itness..whatever you call it, to do so. But I'm starting to get back into the flow and thought I'd let you all know what's been going on in my life. 

Last week was my birthday! Yay me!! Big 3-9!  Honestly, it doesn't bother me.  Yet. I'm waiting it to hit me.  Maybe after I recover from the shock of last week.

Here's the series of events:


Tuesday
2:30 - received a call that  Sydney fell face first into the monkey bars and needed stitches. I met them at the ER. Honestly, I wasn't really panicked.  I just know that the last time she had stitches, it was pretty traumatic for her so I wanted to be there.  It was about a 2" cut, deep, right in between her eyebrows.   
4:30 - The doctor said she had no concussion and he was able to use glue for the cut because it was straight enough. we didn't need to stitch (nice job, Syd!)  She decided she wanted Denny's (our standard after-ER meal). As we're there, Ryan starts saying he's not feeling well.
6:00 - I took them home, Syd and I ran an errand and went to Walgreens to get Ryan some indigestion medicine. Savannah started calling, telling me to come home right away. I got home and Ryan couldn't even walk. He was puking, pale... I thought for sure he was having a heart attack.  I got him into the car, and he was starting to feel better.  His color came back, and he stopped throwing up.  He wanted to turn around. I believe my exact words were "HELL NO".
7:00 - check into ER (for the 2nd time). They were pretty sure its gallbladder.
11:00 - I'm sent home. They couldn't see the gallbladder on the ultrasound because it's so enlarged, so they shoot him up with dye.  And I'm exhausted, so I went home to pass out.  After driving through Taco Bell.  Can you say emotional eating?  Yep, thank God for the Fourth meal.
1:00 - Ryan was admitted and scheduled for surgery to remove his gallbladder the next day.
 
Wednesday: I went to work, Syd to school, and Ryan was in the hospital. Syd has her first TBall game that day, so Ryan's dad came down to sit with him through surgery so I could go with Syd. (My thinking was that things had been traumatic enough for her over the past few days -- if I miss this game, she would have freaked).  My sister in law, Marie,  came down with me, and she was taking Sydney for the night so I could spend time at the hospital with Ryan.
6:30 - T Ball game
7:30 - headed for frozen yogurt
7:35 - Sydney puked in my car, all over my car, in the street...Violently.  I whipped  my car into a subdivision and Marie pulled in behind me. We were both in shock. Meanwhile my little girl was covered in...stuff..I was literally sitting in the street laughing and crying at the same time. 
 
**BTW to the man walking in his yard, on his cell phone, watching this comedy of errors unfold:  EFF YOU for walking right back into your house without so much as an offer to toilet paper.  Karma is a bitch, my friend...just remember that.
 
Lucky for me, the super nice guy across the street was washing his vehicles.  I walked over and asked for a paper towel.  He gave me a whole roll and told me to keep them.  Then he offered to wash the outside of the car.  I swear I could have hugged the man.  He yelled up to his wife that he was "helping a damsel in distress". 
 
**Mental note --- take a gift to that family for being a spot of sunshine in an otherwise really shitty day.
 
Marie and I decided that Syd was fine. Most likely nervous about Daddy.  But she was running around, crazy and having fun; no chance she had a bug.  So she went with Marie and I returned to the hospital to visit Ryan.
8:30 - I was at the hospital, Ryan's dad left. My sister in law called, says "shes puking like crazy, everywhere". The nurse says we should take her back to the ER
**When Marie showed up, Sydney's head was like rolling back and forth and she couldn't keep her eyes open.  Marie was freaked, which made me freak... inside, of course.  But Syd could barely stay awake, didn't want to walk.  It was scary.
 
9:00 = checked into ER. Cat scan, etc.  For once, when we get to the ER for vomiting, Syd continues to throw up. Usually she stops when we get there and I feel like an idiot.  Not this time.  It was full on, throwing up everywhere.  She fell asleep.
 
1:30 a.m. - Left with concussion diagnosis. Oh wait, did I tell you I walked out of the room without the discharge paperwork? INCLUDING the prescription for the anti-nausea meds. Yep, I did.  So we had to go back to the front of the ER; Marie waited in the backseat with her while I ran back in to get another copy. I had to carry her  64 lb dead weight body in and out of the car.  SO HEAVY!!!
 
Oh yes - when I got home at 1:30, I stepped in cat poop. And cried. My oldest wiped it off my feet. And went to get me more Taco Bell. 
Thursday: my birthday
I slept until 9:00.  She was still throwing up so I went to get her prescription. And cat food. Of which we were out and the cat meows constantly until he's fed.  While digging through my purse for my keys, I found the original discharge paperwork. Turns out I hadn't forgotten it. 
 
Really??
 
I went back to sleep until 1:30.
Ryan had another procedure at 2:00. It was supposed to take 45 mins. It took three hours. I'm exhausted. 
I went home finally around 6:30.  My dear friend, Laura,  has delivered Olive Garden for me and the kids.  Savannah, knowing I'm on the edge, has decorated the house and went and picked up a cake. (She didn't believe Syd when she tried to tell her that Marie had already brought a cake over on Wednesday and it was hidden in Syd's bedroom).

I now have two cakes!
By Friday, Syd is fine. She's cranky, and really tired, but no puking. Friday night around 6:30, Ryan gets released and we are all on the mend.
While it was going on, it was like I was watching myself in a tv show. Really? She threw up in the car? No way?
Of course, I didn't know that she shouldn't have played TBall so soon after a head injury. The doctor released her, all glued back together like Humpty Dumpty. I didn't know.
He's in a lot of pain. Every day it gets better, but none of us have gotten a good nights sleep in a week.  He's back to eating regular meals...just no fatty stuff or super spicy.  We've stayed away from any meat, except a turkey burger, but he's doing really well with what he's had so far.   
Needless to say --- next year, I am partying it up New Orleans style. Making up for this year and rollin' in the 40s!

4 comments:

Ruby's said...

Wishing them all a speedy recovery. All my get well soons and prayers are with you. And belated Happy Birthday.

Heidi Millerick said...

Aw, Ruby - thanks! you're the best! They are getting better every day.

Antee Gurung said...

I wish them speedy recovery as well..it is sad but we should see the brighter which is they at least got the treatment...
Btw just came across ur blog n
Iked it..it's very detailed n charming
So how abt we follow each other? Let me know if u do n I will follow righ t back
Xoxo

Heidi Millerick said...

Yes, Antee... I would love to get to know you. I will hop over to your blog now. Thank you!