Wednesday September 21, 2011

It’s amazing how deep I can dig when I absolutely have to. There is nothing, I mean nothing that I wanted to do less tonight than go back to the hospital. But after 24 hours of being severely physically ill, Nick decided we had no other choice but to call an ambulance and get him attended to. I hate the way hospitals feel, and smell and sound. And now, we are taking the scenic tour of our fifth hospital in four months. So far, it’s better than San Bernardino, so I guess that’s a win????
The fire guys found our house and got to us so quickly I couldn’t believe it. When the first guy walked into our bedroom, he immediately honed in on the bottle of prescription pain killers on Nicks bedside table. He picked it up and said, “what’s this?” Initially, Nick was so tangled in his blanket, they couldn’t see his obvious damage. Once they saw his legs and abdomen scars they immediately changed their tune. They were in and out in a matter of minutes, moving quickly yet gently to transport Nick.
And now here we are, just hanging out in the ER. I’m hoping and praying for this to be a quickie trip; fixed up and back in bed by sunrise.