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Well I know by now "today" you are most likely thinking... What could have happened now.. We heard from her twice today... Well Thirds a charm my friends:) Or so they so...
about an hour after my last post... My sons school called, and told me that he had fallen down a metal set of stairs and landed on his spine...Well of course the panic, kicked in and I flew like a bat out of hell to his school... Well the stress I felt was the stress any mother would have when they are running 150 what if's thru my mind...
Well the minute i rounded the corner to the nurses station, I knew... He was OK... My son, when in pain, can not look at his mother with out tears running none stop down his face... But instead, he jumped off the bed, and the 1st words out of his mouth was " Mom can I go to my soccer game tonight" (with big puppy dog eyes)...lol... I told him we would see what they said at the hospital... So we got there at 1 and didn't leave till after 5... All just to have (1) xray done..(1) that was it... over 4 hours for (1) Xray...
The old me... Would have been pace'n a hole in the floor, cussing every nurse and doc that past without speaking to us or calling our name... but I sat there, try'n to calm my son and his anxity of missing his game... Repeating AT LEAST 100 times the serenity prayer.. Which basically helped me from charging the front desk... I did really well till we past the 4 + hour mark and then it was time for me to get things movin:) Then I got a touch off que, but that was because the nurse (We NEVER seen) came in handing my son pain killers, and telling him to take them...WELL that was the final thing... I turned to my son and said... ."Are you in Pain?" He responded NO, I ask him if he wanted to take a pain killer, again he said NO, so she just handed me the pill and a perscribtion for more pain killers.... Now my son is 11 years old... If they hand him pills when he IS'NT in pain, no wonder half the frick'n world is hooked on drugs of some sort...I kept my thoughts to myself and got out of there...
I have been thankin my HP all evenning for letting all be OK with my son, Nothing made me happier...But I was also pretty proud of myself for not jumping back on my "Crazy" path, and holding it together... My son seemed to be better for it, and I know I went away feeling like, I can do about anything I put my mind to, as long as I drag HP along...
Thanks for listening, I know I have rambled today but who knew it would be such an eventful day...
Good for you, Jozie, for realizing you son did not need a pain-killing drug, and not allowing some nurse to administer what was not necessary. I am in full agreement with you. No wonder people get themselves hooked on strong medications. They are handed out like running water. What was the drug she offered? Was it a narcotic? Was it simply a tylenol? I would have demanded to know. Medical care has turned into a "there's a pill for everything" big business, and we don't have to accept that mindless nonsense.
Cursing those whom we depend upon for our child's well-being is not a smart thing to do. WHo said, "You gather more bees with honey that with vinegar"? SO true. Restraining yourself from behaving crudely was a step in the right direction.
Glad you boy is well.
Diva
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"Speak your truth quietly and clearly..." Desiderata
Goof for you you should be proud of yourself. I over reacted tremendously when my dogs were missing for a few days. We all do it. The prize is we don't do it anymore.
