You Gotta Laugh!

You Gotta Laugh

Just a couple of days ago I blogged about the health misadventures I’d been through with the mister. At that time, he’d had two ER visits since he was discharged from the hospital… FIVE days ago.

He’s sitting in an ER exam room AGAIN as we “speak”. The chest catheter incision will not stop bleeding despite the fact we were told it was “merely discharge of fluid buildup which would cease in twenty-four hours.”

Shut up.

Fibromyalgia is the boss of me today. The stress and activity of the last few days was too much, so our twenty-seven-year-old son, Drew, volunteered to escort his dad to the ER.

Drew’s a good guy. Member of the Arizona Army National Guard, security officer, and much-loved by children, senior citizens, and animals.

He’s also a card-carrying geek/nerd/SciFi/MMRPG/anime writer! This will have relevance very soon – bear with me.

We went to the hospital closest to us (two miles away) for the mister’s first two ER visits.

During the second ER visit, we got a great doc with an awesome bedside manner. (Still trying to figure out why our oldest son referred to him as “Dr. Kevorkian.” He was really nice and no one was dying or wanted to die!) He added two new sutures but warned us they might not be enough, and if the bleeding returned, the mister should see the person who put the catheter in.

So today, Drew took his dad to the hospital where he had the procedure done while hospitalized. Good news – the same doctor is in the building. Bad news – she’s in surgery.

The wound is cleaned and packed… and they wait. The mister’s pain level is rising. Drew calls me for guidance and I tell him to ask them to pull his chart from last week and give him whatever worked.

That’s not what Drew did.

No. No. Andrew Cameron, went “one step beyond.”

During the weekend the mister was first admitted, Drew was on weekend drills and getting updates via text messages.

Without scrolling back through his messages, Drew tried to recall the meds given to his dad. When the nurse returned, Drew told her (and quite loud and forcefully I’m told by the mister), “My dad’s pain is getting worse. You have to give him some Dilithium!”

My Star Trek following-friends are already laughing.

If you’re not familiar with dilithium – they are the rare crystals required by the Starship Enterprise to reach and travel at warp speeds.

When the mister called to share this with me after he was given Dilaudid, I could still hear laughter inside AND outside the exam room!

Minutes later, I get a single text from Drew which said, “I shouldn’t be here.”

I am still laughing!

12 thoughts on “You Gotta Laugh!

    1. Thanks, Marquessa! That Drew is always in the middle of something! ๐Ÿ˜Š

      They really tried to admit the mister, but after the incision repair AND a blood transfusion, he came home…eight hours later! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

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