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Dec. 12th, 2015 08:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI have just sent Scott off to the ER with the mother of one of Cordelia’s friends. We’re pretty sure it’s a kidney stone because he’s had them before (though not in many years, long enough that Cordelia doesn’t remember it ever happening). But he could barely stand up or talk, and he threw up into the raised bed to the right of the front door while we were waiting for his ride to arrive.
They offered to take Cordelia so that I could go with Scott, but me going would have required an extra fifteen or so minutes for me to put on cloths and gather my meds and deal with all the stuff I’d have to take with me in order not to have medical problems myself, so I said no. I feel guilty about that and wonder if I should have made the effort to do it anyway, if my presence would make the time in the ER better. It would definitely have made getting him home simpler. He’ll need a cab, and I don’t know if he’ll be in any shape to call one or to call me to have me call one.
I just hope they give him something for the pain really fast and don’t make him wait. I hope that this isn’t like the kidney stone my mother had that almost killed her. It probably isn’t. He’s had them before and not had that sort of trouble.
I’ve emailed the mother of Cordelia’s friend who was going to come over for tree decorating tomorrow. I see no way on earth that that’s happening. I might— might— be able to assemble the artificial tree if I could find it and get it upstairs. I’m not sure I’m tall enough, though, and I couldn’t move the furniture that has to be shifted in order for there to be a place to put the tree. Not to mention that Scott's going to be feeling thoroughly rotten even in the best case.
ETA: The friend who drove Scott to the ER decided to stay at least until they figure out what's going on and what to do about it. She texted me to say he's had morphine and that the xray and EKG were good. They're doing an ultrasound now. I'm so very, very grateful to her, especially as we're not close friends. Their daughter has been in Cordelia's class for years and years, and the two girls were often on sports teams together so that we coordinated rides.
They offered to take Cordelia so that I could go with Scott, but me going would have required an extra fifteen or so minutes for me to put on cloths and gather my meds and deal with all the stuff I’d have to take with me in order not to have medical problems myself, so I said no. I feel guilty about that and wonder if I should have made the effort to do it anyway, if my presence would make the time in the ER better. It would definitely have made getting him home simpler. He’ll need a cab, and I don’t know if he’ll be in any shape to call one or to call me to have me call one.
I just hope they give him something for the pain really fast and don’t make him wait. I hope that this isn’t like the kidney stone my mother had that almost killed her. It probably isn’t. He’s had them before and not had that sort of trouble.
I’ve emailed the mother of Cordelia’s friend who was going to come over for tree decorating tomorrow. I see no way on earth that that’s happening. I might— might— be able to assemble the artificial tree if I could find it and get it upstairs. I’m not sure I’m tall enough, though, and I couldn’t move the furniture that has to be shifted in order for there to be a place to put the tree. Not to mention that Scott's going to be feeling thoroughly rotten even in the best case.
ETA: The friend who drove Scott to the ER decided to stay at least until they figure out what's going on and what to do about it. She texted me to say he's had morphine and that the xray and EKG were good. They're doing an ultrasound now. I'm so very, very grateful to her, especially as we're not close friends. Their daughter has been in Cordelia's class for years and years, and the two girls were often on sports teams together so that we coordinated rides.
