Not really. I was just really trying hard to be clever. Relax. It’s passed.
Monday morning, 4 AMish, H rang the bell and I went in to see what was up. She was having a very bad anxiety attack, with her whole body shaking violently. She has done this a good many times before so it was easy for me to recognize. Like always she insisted she was having a heart attack. (I am assuming she always thinks this because her accelerated heartbeat.) I assured her it wasn’t a heart attack and went and got her an Ativan.
She ate it and I sat there with her for about 10 to 15 minutes while it took affect and she stopped shaking and went to sleep.
Monday about noon I went in to wake her up and see how she was feeling. Her speech was slurred and, what I could understand wasn’t quite making sense. The catheter bag was full of darkish, cloudy urine. (Though, not the dark pumpkin colored pee from yesterday.)
I called the EMT’s. (Pay close attention, SSG), They sent out a couple of them and one was entirely too cute. They gave her the once over and announced that she has a urinary tract infection.
Ya think?
So they hauled her bony butt to hospital and I rode up front and this was about 2:00 PM. Last night at one in the freakin’ AM, John and I left her there in the ER, because they promised she was about to be put in room 428 and she had finally gotten some antibiotics about midnight. John was dead on his feet and I was in no mood to be expected to be nice to anyone. John and I had just had a big, whispered fight in the ER exam room while H dozed off and on and I didn’t want anyone else to have to be admitted. (John)
*side note: whispered fighting is harder than it should be. Avoid this at all costs in future.*
So there it is. I will be off to see her here in a little bit when Kes drops me off at the hospital and I will stay until John gets off work at 8:00 or 9:00 tonight.
Here are a few pics of Henrietta, cute EMT/firefighter (BONUS!), oh, and John.
Henrietta’s not too happy to be here. Must have asked me a million times when she was going to be put in a room. LIKE I KNEW.
Here she is trying to muster up the strength to flirt with this cute EMT. This is NOT something that is beneath her.
And finally, John after being up for the last 20 hours. Literally. He’s tired. And we’re both feeling poopy. Spell check says I misspelled poopy. Clearly, they don’t know us.
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13 comments
Comment by Karen on February 3, 2009 at 2:47 pm
Your life is never dull. Henrietta is a cutie, I love that she’s flirting with the EMT. Who, BTW, looks exactly like a friend of ours who’s an EMT in Pheonix.
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Comment by Predo on February 3, 2009 at 3:49 pm
Well now, makes me want to rush right out and look for a job in the emergency room! Sounds like they need the help. On a side note, my EMT skills need work!
Sorry for all the drama, but buck up little camper, it will all work out in the end! (punny)!
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Comment by Jean M. on February 3, 2009 at 5:15 pm
Hello gorgeous EMT!
I’m glad they finally decided to admit her. Please tell me you weren’t still waiting back from the doc on the initial test?
Hopefully you guys will get some rest now.
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Comment by witchypoo on February 3, 2009 at 7:42 pm
Cute EMT? Totally gay. The eyebrows are a dead giveaway. But don’t tell Henrietta.
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Comment by Serendipitous Girl on February 3, 2009 at 8:20 pm
Hahahaha–witchypoo’s comment was EXACTLY what I was thinking! But I do love my gay boys too–so he’s still MINE! Thanks for looking out for me ; ) And I’m SORRY H is in the hospital : ( The breaks, it’s time you guys got a few.
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Comment by Mr. Corvette on February 4, 2009 at 10:43 am
In the first sentence, what has “passed”, your attempt to be clever, or the urine? I assume the latter, since you attempts at cleverocity (cleverishousness?) are constantly present and 99% successful. (We Texans all talk like “W”.) And, of course, in true Texanese it would be “us Texans” rather than “we Texans”. Well, there I go again (remember Reagan?); my horribly failed attempt at cleverocitishouness has turned into an even worse lesson in Texanese grammar.
Comment by Tink on February 4, 2009 at 1:29 pm
That’s an EMT? The dude looks like he should be on a beach somewhere feeding me martinis. ;o)
Comment by big hair envy on February 4, 2009 at 1:30 pm
Look at Little H…takin’ the party to the ER!!! What a flirt! Did she ask you to check her makeup?? Heehee!
What’s that I hear? Oh, just my gaydar going off again – I don’t think the EMT is SSG’s type:( BUT, you had better keep Predo away from him – who could stand all of that flirting? (LUV you Predo:) )
Get some rest, Chickie! Let someone else deal with the poo for a change:/
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Comment by Roger on February 4, 2009 at 5:04 pm
Wow. I just found out that if I hit the escape button accidently, I erase all my wit and wisdom. Okay wisdom was near nil, actually below nil, and the wit was near nil. Sheesh, what am I talking about?
Hope H is feeling better, she’s looking good for someone in the ER, probably because of the EMT. 🙂
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Comment by Kelley on February 5, 2009 at 4:29 am
Whisper fighting is damn hard.
I am impressed that you managed it.
So are you planning on falling over and needing some ‘medical assistance’ and mouth to mouth to get up? RAWR
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Comment by trannyhead on February 5, 2009 at 11:06 am
Yikes.
To everything except the EMT. Who is hawt.
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Comment by Anglophile Football Fanatic on February 5, 2009 at 5:42 pm
DAMN! That just sucks.
Comment by Jennifer on February 6, 2009 at 10:10 am
You knew it was coming didn’t you…
Henrietta is too cute. She somehow doesn’t look as old as I pictured her to look in my mind. I hope she is feeling better. It must be so awful to feel your body failing and all else that comes with age. I’m Never going to get old… :o) H is lucky to have you.
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