Today we spent the whole day in the emergency department of one of our hospitals..
H came down with a bug or something late last night; threw up about three times, and then had an excruiciatingly sore tummy…Nothing we tried would work, so first thing this morning(6 am, to be exact) off we went to the ER.
We have been having a heat wave and it might be for that reason that we learned …
It was one THAT departments most busy EVER days(not that we were to know this in advance) and although H was treated with great kindness, competance and concern, it still took from 6 am to 4PM to get him looked at, helped with pain killers and IV replenishing fluids, then an ultrasound and THEN to have it all analyzed and outcome decided.
He felt better after about an hour on the drips and managed catch some rest, while the ER seethed all around us.
To put into perspective of HOW busy it was, there was NO stretcher available for H(luckily they had ONE lounger type chair that we managed to open upi so he could stretch out) and in fact there were no extra stretchers at all, and constantly, on the loudspeakers were pleas for the ER stretchers on any of the wards to be returned…
So now he is sleeping comfortably after eating a well deserved dinner(no food or drink all day so he could have the ultrasound)
The diagnosis is vague..probably a virus..(thankfully they were able to rule out everything including gall stones)
He will go to his GP in about 10 days and have blood tests identical to the ones the ones he had today so they can make sure he is really ok….
PHEW…
I have blogged before about my fear of the dentist(not dentists personally, well except for the sadist I had to go to when I was a child, but I digress)
So on Wednesday, imagine my chagrin to have tooth break while I was eating(of all things) some bing cherries. I bit and felt something hard, but in my innocence, assumed that it was part of the pit. This was during my break at work, and when we got up to resume work, I felt something odd about the tooth; sure enough something was missing!


I have my old foam bolster on the living room floor and a stack of library books beside it (PLUS it is in front of the TV so I have lots to occupy me)
Instead, I have “strained muscles”..but BOY are they STRAINED. In spite of all the manipulations from various kind healthcare providers, the muscles remain LOCKED,TIGHT and IRRITATED(the last word is what the HCP’s call it)