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My Life Thus Far
2007-12-07 04:43:33 (UTC)

Primitive Carnivorous Urges

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I hate making up missed days. Especially when It wasn't my
fault I didn't get to write. Every once in awhile I have
one of those days that seems to jest get worse and worse
as the day progresses. Yesterday was on of these said
days. The biggest bitch of all was that when I got home I
couldn't even vent about it to my diary. This did not make
me happy.

After my doctor told me to take things easier and try to
relieve the stress in my life, I took that to heart and
woke up yesterday morning with a sense of calm. I'd spoken
my peace with Jason and was feeling good about all that.
I'm physically feeling 1000 times better (no nausea
whatsoever anymore) and some of my energy is coming back.
I've been eating well and am seriously considering signing
up for prenatal yoga or water aerobics. Along with
sleeping more (trying to sleep more) I feel I'm on the
right track. Then all of those good vibes were shot out
from under me an hour after I got to work.

Tiffany, one of the co-managers was in the back office
when the phone rang. I was with a client, so I didn't grab
the phone. A second later she came over the headset saying
it was Annie's school. Immediately I knew this was not a
good thing. My first thought was lice. She'd caught lice
again. Persistent little parasites. But, much to my
dismay. It was nothing so trivial. Turns out, she'd fallen
at school and bitten THROUGH her lip. Clear through it.
The poor child's lip was flapping in the breeze (not
literally). I made it to her school in record time and
took her to Naval Hospital. One of the Navy's favorite
motto's is hurry up and wait. So, that's what we did for 3
1/2 hours. I made the mistake of asking the triage nurse
when she thought Annie might be seen and she pretty much
told me she didn't know when, because Annie's injury
wasn't that important. Pardon me for being a concerned
parent, but when someone tells me my child's injury is NOT
THAT IMPORTANT it evokes primitive carnivorous urges in me
and I want to BITE SOMEONE'S HEAD OFF. I quickly figured
out why the nurses at Naval Hospital sit behind half inch
thick glass. For their protection. How sad. At that point
I took my child elsewhere. Thank you Tricare for having
the foresight to realize military medical is terrifyingly
flawed and letting us seek medical help elsewhere. I.E.
civilian medical facilities.

I took Annie to Harrison's ER in Silverdale. Immediately
the atmosphere was just nicer. Instead of a nurse behind
plate glass, she was seen by an actual nurse who LOOKED at
her lip and evaluated her situation, instead of assuming
it was no big deal. Within half an hour of arriving Annie
was in a room getting her wound cleaned. Granted, we still
spent several hours there, but in all fairness it was
crazy busy and Annie refused to get numb. 4 different
anesthetics later she was finally numb enough for
stitches. She ended up with 15 super fine plastic surgeon
stitches. Absorbable in her mouth and ones we'll have to
have removed in a week on her outer lip. They expect she
won't have any scaring. They tried really hard to make
sure they lined her lip up just the way it was. Her poor
little face is so swollen I feel bad for her. But, she's
not in too much pain. I've been keeping her pumped up on
children's Motrin. It's just enough to take the edge off
for her, but she still has to be careful.

Today at lunch, she popped a couple stitches, so we took
her back to the ER (as instructed, in the event that such
a thing happened). The doctor said it was okay. It was
just a small opening on the inside of her lip, which
should heal with no problem. It would have been more
traumatic for her to have to be restitched, so we'll just
watch her for infection and hope for the best.

The reason I didn't write last night, was because my
internet was down. I pay $90 a month for cable internet
(and cable tv), yet this happens at least twice a month.
So, I spent half an hour on the phone with technical
support only for it not to work. So, I have up. I got it
up and working this afternoon, but that didn't do me any
good last night when I needed to vent!

Deep breaths. It's all behind me now :) Annie is okay. I'm
okay and now I can try to get back to that whole
relaxation and stress-reduction thing. I need to do what
I'm told. I don't want another outcome like Kiki's birth.
Talk about traumatic. Ciao.




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