Karrie's Box of Thoughts

Sunday, August 29, 2004

Is your daughter's insurance the same as your husband's........

*Heavy sigh* And so the weekend is over. Buh Bye!! My weekend started a little early, 1:30am Friday morning actually. Thursday night I came you to find hubby lying in bed, hmmm. Hubby has a hockey game, why is he in bed?? Well seems he was having a bad reaction to a prescription he had just gotten. He jokingly said "I'm going down the list of side effects - When I get to diarrhea I think I'm done!" Ok he's kidding around, he will probably live.

That was my thought until 1:30 that morning when I woke up to the most god awful wail of pain I have ever heard! And there is Hubby on his knees by the side of the in a whoooole lot of pain! I jump out of bed with the intent of driving him to the emergency room and finding out what the hell is going on. However, by the time I get back to our room, hubby is telling me I'd better call someone, he's got shooting pain under his ribs and he's having trouble breathing. HOLY SHIT!! - White male, in his 40's with chest pain and trouble breathing..... HOLY SHIT! A call to 911 and hubby is off with the paramedics to emergency.

I am of course in total control up to this point and wait to have my little breakdown until I'm in the car driving to the hospital and I'm back in control by the time I see him. Bottom line: after 4 hours at the hospital, once it was decided it wasn't heart related we got bumped behind the MethHead that thought riding his motorcycle was a good idea and the bar hags that got in the cat fight after too many 1/2 priced well drinks, final diagnosis is Pleurisy. Now for awhile we had a choice between Pleurisy and a blood clot, hmmmm what to choose, what to choose......

So! After getting the hubby home, running out and getting prescription filled, having another mini breakdown just to clear that out of my system and making sure the crap on my desk at work can wait, I figure since I'm home during the day I'll jump on the Yahoo IM and see if my fellow Diva is out and about. Since Peaches has a meeting and will be gone for awhile, I think this would be a good time to pop some Excedrin and lie down for a bit...... I get woken up by a tap on the shoulder and one very worried look on the boy-childs face, "Mom, I think you'd better come see Meems" Round two....

There sits Emily on the couch, crying her eyes out and her foot propped up on a pillow. From what I was able to piece together; Boo, the cat was chasing a crane fly around the house (Awww, isn't that cute) Boo caught the crane fly and proceeded to eat it (Ewwww, gross!) So Emily jumped up to get it away and somehow screwed up her foot.

I was just going to leave her there propped up with a bag of ice and a couple of "there, there you'll be alright.." But, it was looking pretty swollen and turning the prettiest of colors. And since she dances, I didn't want to let it go and take the chance something was really wrong. *Heavy sigh* I leave Glenn to keep an eye on Dad and off I go..... Bottom line; Sprained foot and broken toe.

And Jules - That is why I disappeared from the IM on Friday!

Now, while this was all happening it seems my friend Dede had been trying to get in touch with me. After spewing out my tale of woe she quietly asks "So I guess you guys don't want to go over to Crescent Bar with us Labor Day weekend, huh?" WRONG, DEAD WRONG!! If Glenn and I can make it through the week (dealing with those other two and keeping ourselves heathly, these things seem to come in threes), I'll be there!! I'll propped them up in a lawn chair and be nice enough to swat away the mosquitoes if I have to, but I'll be there!

So fingers crossed I get through the week. Def Leppard was the first thing playing when I tuned in LaunchCast this morning, so I'm hoping that's a good sign.....

As told by moi8:39 PM ...

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