Dig This One

Date: December 1, 2004

      Dig this one.
      I was at work.
      I was working.
      I even have stuff to do tonight.
      I was busy.
      I got a call
      Didn't get the phone in time.
      Called Deb - she was online to my son who said - nurse wanted me. (I am not online since I cannot get out to instant messenger.)
      I called the nurse - long minutes on hold------. Love speaker phones.
      OK - he's been discharged - when can he be picked up? WHAT?
      OK --- it's 1:30 - that's a mess. They usually accommodate my working hours. Or try.
      I said - OK - be there in 1 hour - tell him to pack his suitcase
      Now - I had also called my older son - emailed him - but I had CAP letters on - because I have a lazy little finger.
      He decided that it was an emergency and dropped and ran - I had meant come over at night!
      He said - YOU USED CAPS!!! Oh Lord!
      so ----- I called for the nurse while pitching the stuff into the bag - the BIG rolling suitcase BAG I had killed myself dragging in last night - in prep for a 10 day stay. (Shingles redeux.)
      They asked if we wanted transport ---- no --- duh! --- we want him disconnected. (Give me my Heparin syringe and I'll close him off!)
      So ---- wait wait wait - they disconnect him.
      We grab stuff and start walking -.
      Oh no - we need prescriptions.
      I said - what? We don't need no f__king prescriptions!
      I look
      It's all the stuff in the red bag (i.e., we have it) - with the addition of ADAVAN - to which he is ALLERGIC!!!!!!!!
      I tossed the sheet back - no way, Jose!
      I told them - "don't need this and who was the person who wrote for Adavan - which is on his chart " (they missed the arm band)
      Then they said they needed a discharge paper - and they "didn't know we were leaving" - we being the three of us 1/2 way out the door - after they had been told "I'll be there in an hour."
      So we wait ---- and wait.
     
      We made the car and the drive (by now in traffic)
      and I am trying to recover.
      My older son went back to work - I am about to set up typing.
      My younger son is curled on the sofa watching TV.
     
      And then -------.
     
      My younger son just piped up -"What are you doing? I'm thirsty?"
      Well, that's a change!
     
      I gave him ravioli and soda. (He ate and drank.)
      I came home - ate the packed supper I had taken to work - he had ravioli
      tea and soda. More than last night!
      8PM
      I am making him more tea.
     
      I had a light lemonade spiked with Bourbon and destroyed myself ----.
     
      I have now had a See's candy (caramel), some nuts, a slice of clod potato and my son is watching Rudolph - 40th anniversary.
      9PM
      I am fixing him turkey and veggies - see if he eats them.
     
      He's spitting a lot.
      Effects of hospital.
      10PM
      He's sitting up - had 2 cups of tea (sugar) - soda - ate a little peas and turkey - and 3 strips of pickle
      I had a weight watcher's ˇclair.
      Hmmmmmmm
     
      Waiting on CSI New York.