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Yesterday was not a good day.
I was supposed to have my family over for dinner, and we were going to celebrate one of my niece’s birthday. I was spending the day cleaning, grocery shopping, cooking and getting ready.
Well, first of all, I woke up feeling awful, obviously having caught the early stages of whatever crud it is that my oldest son has been sick with for the past few days. I took some medicine and decided to muddle through, not wanting to disappoint family.
Second, my youngest son came running in the house saying that the dog was stuck in the swimming pool! We have an above ground pool, so this was a pretty perplexing idea to me—until I made it outside to find that someone had left the removable steps to the pool ladder on. My guess is that she got interested and tried to get a drink or just get down, and fell in. Her head wasn’t wet, so she didn’t go in head first.
The poor thing was clinging to the side of the pool, trying desperately to get out, but not able to. She is a big dog, so she could easily have stood on the bottom and put her front paws on the side – but I don’t think she realized it. I tried helping her over the side, but she was just too big. I guided her over to the ladder, and tried to get her to climb out, but she was pretty freaked. I had just taken off my shoes, and was about to shed my jeans when she got the idea, and started to climb. It still took a few minutes to coax her down, but we finally did it. Whew!
Third? Same dog managed to flush two cats out from under the kids’ playhouse, and was going nuts chasing them around the yard. They finally jumped up onto the shed, then onto our back wall, and the dog tried to follow. She cried and barked at them, but no matter how much she begged, the cats didn’t want to come down and play with her. Go figure. I had to stay outside and call her away from the wall every time it looked like she might actually jump the wall.
Once that crisis was averted, my oldest son, who has been sick with a bad cold, asked if he could hook up his video games to the TV in my bedroom. I said yes, because we were going to quarantine him in there while everyone was here for dinner. It’s simple to hook up (I told myself), and he knows which plugs to put into which things on the front of the TV. I’ve seen him do it a hundred times in the front room…except I forgot that the TV in my bedroom didn’t have plug ins in the front – they are in the back.
To make a long story even longer, he turned the TV (without my knowledge) to try to hook up his game, and it slipped off of our dresser and landed on my younger son’s foot.
Screaming and panic ensued – mostly from the older son who was riddled with guilt and doesn’t handle such things well. I had to calm them both down, check Jared’s foot and get an ice pack on it, and call my sister. She told me to head to the emergency room, and she would come to pick up Robert from there.
We went to the ER, and it was PACKED. The pediatric waiting room had at least fifty kids in there, all of them coughing and wheezing. It sounded like a croupy kids convention. We thought maybe we would get seen faster because he needed an x-ray, not respiratory therapy. WRONG! I called everyone to cancel dinner, and we waited.
It took two hours just to get triaged, and we waited another two to see that only three kids had been taken back to the actual ER by that time. Three ambulances arrived. They didn’t give Jared anything in the way of pain management, and couldn’t tell me how long the wait would be, or if he was allowed to have anything to eat or drink. He was low priority, because - let's face it - a potential foot break is not as important as a kid who can't breathe, or needs an ambulance.
I felt ill myself, the medicine I had taken earlier having worn off, and so I gave up, and just took Jared home. I will be taking both boys to the doctor today. I don’t think that Jared’s foot is broken, because it’s not swollen or anything and he can limp along on it. I’m hoping it’s not, anyway. I just want to make sure Robert doesn't have pneumonia or something, and get his breathing treatment meds script renewed.
Needless to say, today isn’t shaping up to be a great day either, and I don’t feel well. Anyone I am threading with for the Milliways lake party? I will tag you all, slowly but surely, I promise. I have about twenty open threads, but am enjoying all of them.
Hope everyone else is doing well, or at least better than me.
I was supposed to have my family over for dinner, and we were going to celebrate one of my niece’s birthday. I was spending the day cleaning, grocery shopping, cooking and getting ready.
Well, first of all, I woke up feeling awful, obviously having caught the early stages of whatever crud it is that my oldest son has been sick with for the past few days. I took some medicine and decided to muddle through, not wanting to disappoint family.
Second, my youngest son came running in the house saying that the dog was stuck in the swimming pool! We have an above ground pool, so this was a pretty perplexing idea to me—until I made it outside to find that someone had left the removable steps to the pool ladder on. My guess is that she got interested and tried to get a drink or just get down, and fell in. Her head wasn’t wet, so she didn’t go in head first.
The poor thing was clinging to the side of the pool, trying desperately to get out, but not able to. She is a big dog, so she could easily have stood on the bottom and put her front paws on the side – but I don’t think she realized it. I tried helping her over the side, but she was just too big. I guided her over to the ladder, and tried to get her to climb out, but she was pretty freaked. I had just taken off my shoes, and was about to shed my jeans when she got the idea, and started to climb. It still took a few minutes to coax her down, but we finally did it. Whew!
Third? Same dog managed to flush two cats out from under the kids’ playhouse, and was going nuts chasing them around the yard. They finally jumped up onto the shed, then onto our back wall, and the dog tried to follow. She cried and barked at them, but no matter how much she begged, the cats didn’t want to come down and play with her. Go figure. I had to stay outside and call her away from the wall every time it looked like she might actually jump the wall.
Once that crisis was averted, my oldest son, who has been sick with a bad cold, asked if he could hook up his video games to the TV in my bedroom. I said yes, because we were going to quarantine him in there while everyone was here for dinner. It’s simple to hook up (I told myself), and he knows which plugs to put into which things on the front of the TV. I’ve seen him do it a hundred times in the front room…except I forgot that the TV in my bedroom didn’t have plug ins in the front – they are in the back.
To make a long story even longer, he turned the TV (without my knowledge) to try to hook up his game, and it slipped off of our dresser and landed on my younger son’s foot.
Screaming and panic ensued – mostly from the older son who was riddled with guilt and doesn’t handle such things well. I had to calm them both down, check Jared’s foot and get an ice pack on it, and call my sister. She told me to head to the emergency room, and she would come to pick up Robert from there.
We went to the ER, and it was PACKED. The pediatric waiting room had at least fifty kids in there, all of them coughing and wheezing. It sounded like a croupy kids convention. We thought maybe we would get seen faster because he needed an x-ray, not respiratory therapy. WRONG! I called everyone to cancel dinner, and we waited.
It took two hours just to get triaged, and we waited another two to see that only three kids had been taken back to the actual ER by that time. Three ambulances arrived. They didn’t give Jared anything in the way of pain management, and couldn’t tell me how long the wait would be, or if he was allowed to have anything to eat or drink. He was low priority, because - let's face it - a potential foot break is not as important as a kid who can't breathe, or needs an ambulance.
I felt ill myself, the medicine I had taken earlier having worn off, and so I gave up, and just took Jared home. I will be taking both boys to the doctor today. I don’t think that Jared’s foot is broken, because it’s not swollen or anything and he can limp along on it. I’m hoping it’s not, anyway. I just want to make sure Robert doesn't have pneumonia or something, and get his breathing treatment meds script renewed.
Needless to say, today isn’t shaping up to be a great day either, and I don’t feel well. Anyone I am threading with for the Milliways lake party? I will tag you all, slowly but surely, I promise. I have about twenty open threads, but am enjoying all of them.
Hope everyone else is doing well, or at least better than me.