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Despite the fact that I have a shiny new blog, I'm glad I still have my LJ. I've discovered that there are some things I need to rant about that I can't over there...
Thursday was a Very Long Day™ in the house. Around 10 am Drake smacked his head on the corner of a table- there was a bump, a little blood... and a lot of worrying on my part. Ice took the bump down, the cut was super tiny (no stitches). And well, the pediatrician told me now to worry unless he vomited or started to act unlike his usual self.
Which he did. We went to the ER- where he immediately began to perk up and turn into the life of the party. He sang song, made up fake symptoms for the triage crew, and said hello to everyone. So they sent us home (told me I did the right thing in playing it safe) and life was good.
So how is this something I couldn't post on my public blog? It isn't.
But when I was trying to figure out what to do, I called the pediatrican and left a message with her assistant for her to call me back (she was with a patient). Then I called my mom. Who didn't pick up. So I called my mother-in-law. Who picked up, but wasn't where I expected her to be. It was Thursday, so I expected to be interrupting her work day.
But I wasn't. Turned out she was at her parents because... her mother had fallen on Monday afternoon and couldn't get up. So her father called her on Thursday morning to ask her to help them. That's right. She was on the floor for almost three days before they called anyone (we only live 5 minutes from them). They didn't see why she was upset that they didn't call earlier, and still can't understand why she wants her mother to go to the doctor.
So my poor mother-in-law is trying to figure out what to do (since short of calling 911 on them and forcing them to take her mother, legally there isn't much she can do).
For the record, I'm all for forcing them to go to the hospital. And it's definitely time (in my opinion) for them to get a nurse to help out. He has bad knees and a bad back (which is why he couldn't lift her) and she has a whole host of medical problems (including osteoporosis).
I think what's holding them back is that both had parents who lived very long lives, who didn't need any assistance until they were in their 90's. And they're both younger than that. It's all stupid pride.
(In non rant news, my brother in law's taking donut orders. My father in law likes a pink glazed donut with sprinkles. Heehee)
Thursday was a Very Long Day™ in the house. Around 10 am Drake smacked his head on the corner of a table- there was a bump, a little blood... and a lot of worrying on my part. Ice took the bump down, the cut was super tiny (no stitches). And well, the pediatrician told me now to worry unless he vomited or started to act unlike his usual self.
Which he did. We went to the ER- where he immediately began to perk up and turn into the life of the party. He sang song, made up fake symptoms for the triage crew, and said hello to everyone. So they sent us home (told me I did the right thing in playing it safe) and life was good.
So how is this something I couldn't post on my public blog? It isn't.
But when I was trying to figure out what to do, I called the pediatrican and left a message with her assistant for her to call me back (she was with a patient). Then I called my mom. Who didn't pick up. So I called my mother-in-law. Who picked up, but wasn't where I expected her to be. It was Thursday, so I expected to be interrupting her work day.
But I wasn't. Turned out she was at her parents because... her mother had fallen on Monday afternoon and couldn't get up. So her father called her on Thursday morning to ask her to help them. That's right. She was on the floor for almost three days before they called anyone (we only live 5 minutes from them). They didn't see why she was upset that they didn't call earlier, and still can't understand why she wants her mother to go to the doctor.
So my poor mother-in-law is trying to figure out what to do (since short of calling 911 on them and forcing them to take her mother, legally there isn't much she can do).
For the record, I'm all for forcing them to go to the hospital. And it's definitely time (in my opinion) for them to get a nurse to help out. He has bad knees and a bad back (which is why he couldn't lift her) and she has a whole host of medical problems (including osteoporosis).
I think what's holding them back is that both had parents who lived very long lives, who didn't need any assistance until they were in their 90's. And they're both younger than that. It's all stupid pride.
(In non rant news, my brother in law's taking donut orders. My father in law likes a pink glazed donut with sprinkles. Heehee)
