Thursday, September 18, 2008

Why hello again emergency staff

Tonight was the night for our bi-annual visit to the emergency room. We do our best to stop by at least two, if not three times a year. You know, just to say "hi" and can my kid please have a ride in one of your x-ray imaging type things, and yes I'd like to make a large donation, as our savings account has been getting much too large recently and we need to keep that under control. Also, I really like to use these opportunities as a friendship litmus test. If you're willing to take my non-injured children for hours on end at a moments notice, then I give you the honor of being my official friend. And the privilege of doing it again in a couple months. It's a coveted spot, as I'm sure you can tell.
It has been at least a couple of months since our last visit, when Roman chewed up an old Vicodin and got to have tons of fun drinking "chocolate milk" aka charcoal, in the ER, so Dario Jr. thought it was about time we take another trip down to see our old friends at the hospital. The method he used to get us there was to run and slide across the tile in my newly mopped kitchen, thus resulting in his feet flying skyward and his skull crashing downward. He cried and I iced the goose egg and told him he would be fine. I was even nice enough not to take any pictures of his misery. I sent him to his room to rest, and then woke him up a couple of hours later because I needed to go to the store to get an ingredient I was missing for dinner. He cried some more and told me it hurt, but frankly, Dario can be somewhat of a drama-king so again I told him I knew it hurt but I thought he would be fine. The guilt set in a little when he started vomiting. So I called my neighbor Carol, aka "my new best friend", and she took my other kids while I rushed Dario to the ER.
Many hours, more vomiting, some stickers, some cartoons, and one CAT scan later, we have arrived back from our visit. He has a concussion, and luckily no bleeding or skull fractures. Although, can I tell you one thing? There was a moment there when the doctor was telling me he needed to check for a skull fracture and I was kind of thinking that if he actually did have one, that I could use that to my advantage. I could say, "See? I was right. You cracked your head open just like I always tell you will happen." I think I can still use it though. "Be careful! Remember that time when your brother almost cracked his head open?!?" That's still pretty good, right? Not quite the same ring, but possibly still effective.
Anyway, we got to see all our old friends again. We really missed Admitting Chick, Registered Nurse, CAT Scan Guy, ER Doctor, and especially Billing Lady. It was a nice visit and we promised to come back and see them real soon. Dario especially liked it. His statement as we left the ER-and I quote- "That was great! I had so much fun! Except for the puking." Good times, good times.

7 comments:

Ralphie said...

Oh so sad for Dario.

...but this post was AWESOME! You make me laugh girl.

Seriously, poor Dario.

McCulloch Family said...

I hope you learned your lesson - DO NOT MOP YOUR FLOOR!!!! It's saved me multiple ER trips all year! :)

Robin said...

We had some floor-mopping and head-banging action going on over here today, too, so I can definitely appreciate keeping a dirty floor every now and then. (You've got to tell Dario to not take the head-banging so seriously the next time.) Six months later, we're STILL working on getting our insurance to pay for the last ER visit. Glad it was fun for the kid!

Stephanie T said...

I'm glad he is better. I don't know why, but I thought you could die from a concussion. I personally like the ER better then Urgent Care.

Kimberly said...

You are a hoot! I know this is lame of me to comment this way, but your last four posts (that's when I last read your blog) are killing me with laughter. I guess I can hear your voice when I read your posts and it just makes them all the more funny! You crack me up!

:: supermom :: said...

oh my goodness, the more blogs i read, the more freaked out i am! some crazy story! seems everyone is having good exciting days ^^

Stephanie T said...

Where have you gone Sheyenne??? I don't see you Sundays anymore, and now no new blog posts either? I hope things are going well with school and your family.