It started with an early morning trip to the St Boniface ER. That was a mistake. Not for going but for going there...
They were quite useless and were thinking that the pain in Lola's arm was mostly due to a side effect from the amitryptaline. He prescribed some naproxen to hopefully reduce any inflammation. We drove home at 6:30 and got some rest.
I got up at 9 and went to work for a few hours. I left at noon and went home (after dropping off our life jackets with Graham at his jobs site).
After trying to get Lola to eat, I called health links and asked what we should do because Lola's symptoms were not improving. The nurse told us to go to HSC.
Arrive at HSC at 1:45. Lola gets registered by 2 and we wait. And wait. And wait. Get blood taken. And wait. And wait. And watch the bomber game. And then get to a room to see a Dr.
I write this as Lola is resting
Here is her small IV bag
10 hrs in the hospital gives you a lot of time to reflect on how lucky we are. Our families are pretty normal. No one is crying out that they will die if the don't get their medication. No one is throwing up in the corner of the ER. No one is coming in shirtless for some benign reason. No one is yelling at the charge nurse.
No, we are normal people who have normal jobs and live (somewhat) normal lives. We get to go home to a good home and eat a good meal every day (unless you are traveling whereby you don't get to go home and or you don't get as good of a meal as you hoped). We get to sleep in a comfy bed and don't have to worry (too much) about what might happen next.
Anyways, Lola is waking up and wants to go home. Time to find the nurse to see if she can unhook Lola.
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