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Jul. 21st, 2007 12:23 amI started feeling sick this afternoon. On the drive home I was making my plans for the evening; get a little to eat, put the sick boy to bed and then crawl in after him. The best laid plans and all that.
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dbubleycalled me when I was about 15 minutes from home. stonebenderIM'd her that he was having trouble breathing. She came up to the house asap and called me for him. Did he want to call 911, I asked. I expected to hear an emphatic "no", instead I heard a weak "maybe". This was serious. Stonebender hates, hates, hates going to the hospital. The only thing worst is going to the hospital in an ambulance. Since I was so close, he thought he could wait until I got home.
One look at him and I was sure, one way or another, we'd be in the ER tonight. I gave him the option of 911 or we would drive to the ER. He said he wasn't sure he could drive his wheelchair into the van, so he asked for 911. The paramedics where here within a few minutes. The flurry of people, equipment and questions kept my mind on the now, not the future. Which was good, because watching them wheel him out the door, red rimmed eyes above the oxygen mask was so scary I thought I might freeze in place. After he left, withdbubley's help, I gathered some stuff together and headed out the door to find the hospital.
On my way, I calledserenejournalto let her know what was happening. She said she'd meet me there. Even though I was only about 15 minutes behind the ambulance, by the time I got there stonebenderwas already looking a little better. What followed was several hours of breathing treatments, blood tests, and x-rays of his lungs. The diagnoses was not pneumonia, but bronchitis. The doctor leaned towards admitting him, but stonebendersaid he really was feeling so much better, so they released him. ser came home with us, to help take care of him. Having not slept for several days, he really felt ready for bed. That lasted about an hour. As I write this, he is back in his chair, taking shallow breaths in front of the computer, next to me.
I don't know where this night will end. Back in the ER? For the time being, I'm going to take advantage ofserenejournal's presences (she has been just wonderful) and try to sleep a little. It will do no one any good if I end up on a gurney next to him.
dbubleycalled me when I was about 15 minutes from home. stonebenderIM'd her that he was having trouble breathing. She came up to the house asap and called me for him. Did he want to call 911, I asked. I expected to hear an emphatic "no", instead I heard a weak "maybe". This was serious. Stonebender hates, hates, hates going to the hospital. The only thing worst is going to the hospital in an ambulance. Since I was so close, he thought he could wait until I got home. One look at him and I was sure, one way or another, we'd be in the ER tonight. I gave him the option of 911 or we would drive to the ER. He said he wasn't sure he could drive his wheelchair into the van, so he asked for 911. The paramedics where here within a few minutes. The flurry of people, equipment and questions kept my mind on the now, not the future. Which was good, because watching them wheel him out the door, red rimmed eyes above the oxygen mask was so scary I thought I might freeze in place. After he left, with
dbubley's help, I gathered some stuff together and headed out the door to find the hospital.On my way, I called
serenejournalto let her know what was happening. She said she'd meet me there. Even though I was only about 15 minutes behind the ambulance, by the time I got there stonebenderwas already looking a little better. What followed was several hours of breathing treatments, blood tests, and x-rays of his lungs. The diagnoses was not pneumonia, but bronchitis. The doctor leaned towards admitting him, but stonebendersaid he really was feeling so much better, so they released him. ser came home with us, to help take care of him. Having not slept for several days, he really felt ready for bed. That lasted about an hour. As I write this, he is back in his chair, taking shallow breaths in front of the computer, next to me. I don't know where this night will end. Back in the ER? For the time being, I'm going to take advantage of
serenejournal's presences (she has been just wonderful) and try to sleep a little. It will do no one any good if I end up on a gurney next to him.
