Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Today was Crazy Weird

On to something to distract my upset thoughts. Today was a seemingly ordinary day. Went grocery shopping, got videos (only because they got out Friday and Sunday...weird!), ooh I rented The Women, Death Race and Mummy 3. Lemme know if anyone wants to know if they are any good. I saw the last Mummy and it wasn't bad. I just get thrown everytime nu-Evelyn is on screen instead of Rachel Weisz.
Anyway, Mom and Sam and I were eating dinner (mmm Sammich night) when my Dad called. He was at a basketball game. He said he had hurt himself bad, his leg was really hurting. He said he was on his way home and that his professional ref career was over. So we had to wait, very anxiously. He got stuck in traffic down the street and when he finally got home he was in agony. He could barley walk with Sam under his arm, and the sounds he made were heart wrenching. My Mom (the nurse) unwrapped his leg and Whoa, it was huge, his knee. My Dad HAS bad knees, he had double surgeries years ago. We knew he had to go to the ER, he was crying out in pain. He didn't want anyone to go with him, yes we ignored him. I called Katie in the car just so she would know and not worry if she got home to an empty house.

He got in quickly to a room and we waited with him, while he sat in a wheelchair. At one point he was wheeled off for x-rays. I got a text from Michael while we waited "Who is this?" it said. i was like "umm it's my phone so it is me Wendy!" and I get no answer. So I text him back "Hello? Did you need something? Did Kat tell you about Dad?" and I get no response.

My Dad is wheeled back and a doctor shows up. The X-ray showed no breaks, but only an MRI can show ligaments ans muscles, etc. He said he thought it could be a sprain, but if it still hurt in a week go get an MRI. He gave some pain meds, crutches and this big FAT long leg brace. Dad didn't want the crutches or brace. As we were getting ready to leave I get a text from Mike in ALL caps. DO NOT TEXT ME AGAIN. IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO ME, CALL ME....say what? HE had been the one to text me!

I think Dad is now glad for the crutches and brace. He is still in agony just laying still, and he has sprained AND broken many a leg...arm...nose, and he is positive this is NOT a sprain. So we are going to begin the process of getting him an MRI in the morning.

Oh and I learned a great lesson for you all. Creative....Girl suggested I take Valerian root with my Ambien, so I thought drops would work faster and be easier. And yes they said I could take a eyedropper ful and put it under my tongue if I wanted. Well I smelled this stuff...yeah I mixed it with a shot full (Sam loves shot glasses okay! LOL) of apple juice but the smell was so overpowering so I did it realllllllllly fast...and nearly tossed my cookies. So I have the pills too, and they smell just as heinous but the taste should not make me gag...I hope. Ohhhh the horror.

5 meaningful meanderings:

The Boob Nazi said...

Have you ever taken Omega-3 fatty acid pills? Taste like fish. You have to freeze them to avoid the NASTY aftertaste. I wouldn't recommend them. But they help with inflammation, apparently, which is what I need.

CaJoh said...

I guess even ordinary days can seem extra-ordinary when you look back on them.

So sorry to hear about your dad. Hope he's recovering well.

Kristina P. said...

Hope your dad gets better soon!

Anonymous said...

Oh sorry to hear about your dad. I hope his recovery goes well. ☺

the letter Bee said...

I hope your dad feels better soon! That sucks to have to go through that during the holidays.

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