Thursday night, during my class when I was dragging, I made the dumb decision to have coffee. It kept me awake until two in the morning. Needless to say, I was exhausted at work on Friday. Blackstone called me around three to tell me he'd gotten poked in the eye while he was working and was in a lot of pain. He tried to drive home, made it half way and had to call the nanny and the girl who works for him to pick him up on the side of the highway. The nanny brought the kids home and had a twelve hour day with them on her first day back from China while I met Blackstone at the Emergency room. Somehow it seems most of the time we end up at the hospital, it's on a Friday night. And Friday night seems to be the worst night to be at the ER. I was hoping he'd be able to make it to the eye doctor's before they closed, but he was too far away and it was too late in the day.
We waited for two hours and then discovered they'd never put us in the computer. Blackstone is writhing in pain this entire time. FInally, they make sure there's nothing in his eye, put us in a room and give him some drops for the pain. An hour later the drops have worn off and we're still waiting. You can hear people fighting and yelling at the people at the desk. The people at the desk are fighting with the people in admissions because they're not registering people (like us) properly and patients are getting lost. It's absolute bedlam. I go out to the desk and ask for more pain medication. Half an hour later, he gets more drops and we're still waiting. The nurses close down Fast Track care because they can't handle any more patients. I am tired and bored. I took pictures of clock, of Blackstone's feet hanging off the table and texted them to people. Thanks for those of you keep me company while I struggled not to lose my mind.
Finally, they take him to a room where they can examine his eye and determine he has a scratched cornea, but nothing more serious. It's an extremely painful injury that heals in two days. They send us home with prescriptions for antibiotics, vicodin and motrin. I swing by the 24-hour pharmacy to drop off the prescriptions, so they'll be ready in the morning. It takes 20 minutes. There's a woman trying to get medication filled for her father who has just been released from a nursing home. The nursing home should have sent him home with his diabetes medication, but they can't even find his clothes. The prescription they faxed over the pharmacists suspects is incorrect. The insurance won't cover another prescription because it's too soon. In the mean time I interrupt, because I just want to drop off these damn prescriptions and get home. She takes them, asks if he's in the computer, which I'm not sure because we only use this one when the other is closed and gets on the phone with the nursing home and insurance company. Five minutes later I interrupt again, because, can I leave now? She needs to check if he's in the computer, which he is and takes 30 seconds. Jesus, you couldn't have done that five minutes ago and I can finally get us home.
Saturday morning I'm up and ready to go pick up the prescriptions befor I bring the boys to dance class at 9:30. I come home and my parents visit for a while, then I need to get Trouble and myself packed for the sleep over at the Boston Museum of Science with the Boy Scouts. Blackstone was supposed to go, but that's not going to happen now. My neices are over to help with LT and help strip wall paper. The sleep over went well, but now I'm working on three nights of sleep shortages. Lights out is at midnight. We are unfortunately sleeping next to Jabba the Hut. At one, I get us up and move across the room where you can still hear the guy snoring but at least the floor is not reverberating. I have no idea what time it was, I'll guess around two, I look over and Trouble's not in his sleeping bag. I get up and walk over to where we were before and he's sitting in the middle of a dark room on a stool while everyone is sleeping. I don't even say anything, just grab his hand and walk him back to his sleeping bag. I was pretty much awake by six, but still, when they woke us up and put the lights on at 6:45, it was painful.
We spent the morning at the museum and then headed back home. I crashed for a few hours and then got back in the car and drove my neices home to MA. I'm at work today, since I'm headed to the Cape tomorrow for a few days with the family and I don't know what to expect once my mom has her surgery next week. I wouldn't expect too much from me blog-wise in the coming weeks. I'll keep you posted, but there will be no intelligent or thoughtful posts.