The last several days have been, um, let's say exciting.
To start off, Scott and I were able to go to breakfast by ourselves Saturday morning. I got off the motorcycle on the wrong side and burned my right calf. A blister about the size of my fist. Ow. Ow ow ow. And I wasn't at home, I soaked a napkin in ice water and held it on my leg while trying to decide between pancakes and waffles.
Sunday, Scott had an issue with one of his meds, causing panic attacks, uncontrollable crying, shakes and generally scaring me to death.
I called my friend down the street, crying and asking if she could take the kids while I dealt with the crisis. Once they were safely out of the house I decided I needed assistance and called 911. My house was invaded by, I think six emergency guys who whipped out all their high tech equipment to figure out what was going on.
I was given the option of having him transported or driving him myself. I opted to send him in the ambulance. Then I got in the car and couldn't find the stupid hospital. I parked and tried looking it up on my phone but couldn't find the right one. Finally, I followed the blue signs with the big H on them.
I told the person at the window I was there but no one came out to call me. Can I just say that watching Cartoon Network in an ER waiting room is surreal?
I figured out that I needed to ask to go back and found Scott hooked up to all these machines, his heart rate and blood pressure way up. He got some Ativan via IV which brought him back down to normal levels.
While this is going on texts are flying fast and furious between me and our excellent friend Linda who was as scared as I was. She came to the hospital, helped me get Scott in the car, got me a sandwich and hung out at my house while I ran for the 'scrip for Ativan we'd been given.
We'd been strongly advised to follow up with his regular doctor on Monday. Simple, yes? Oh, no. The doctor is on vacation this week. Try finding a physician to take an appointment for a new patient regarding what is considered a mental health issue on the same day. Yeah, that's not gonna happen. Let's try Urgent Care. Nope. No dice. I called our doc's office and the very great receptionist got us in with another doctor who could give us a plan for this week. Now we wait for our regular physician to have an opening to get this all managed.
This made me really miss the Canadian health care system. Need a doctor? Come into the clinic. Need a specialist? They'll send you there. Co-pay? What co-pay? Of COURSE we can take care of you. ARGH.
Then, to put a little cherry on top of the whole thing, the CD player in my car stopped working. I'd just found my favorite Cure album and had been enjoying singing along and now I don't even have that little pleasure.
However, there is ice cream in the freezer, the kids didn't see any of it, he's feeling better and I've managed to tame the laundry monster.
Amanda's beauty tip of the day: If faced with a crisis, let the whole appearance thing go.