Jamie was playing with Jenna earlier. 4:50 pm to be exact. Well he did something and hurt his back. He's not sure what; just turned wrong or whatever. He screamed and laid on the floor and couldn't move. He could hardly talk as it hurt to breathe at this point. He couldn't get up. He couldn't do anything. I told him I was going to call 911 and he said no, just get him to the clinic by our house. So I yelled for Jordan who was upstairs playing video games to round up the other kids and start getting them in the van for me while I got my purse, cell phone, diaper bag, etc and helped Jamie up. Jordan had them all buckled and Jamie finally made it out to the van. We got to the clinic at 5:10 and they were already closed. Dang. So off to the ER we went.
Well they just opened up this new facility that is the same thing as the ER at the hospital but just around the corner from our house. It's Shady Grove Hospital ER; just a smaller unit. It's where I took Jacob when I thought he broke his wrist and we were there an hour including x-rays so I didn't think we'd be gone long. So we check him in and see the waiting room is PACKED. great. Jamie is not one to stick around. We got there are 5:20. The kids are being goofy and keeping the people around us entertained. Jamie keeps begging to leave.
So around 7:30, they take him back. My SIL calls to find out how Jamie is doing and says she is coming to get the kids for me!!!! WOW! So she came and got them and fed them dinner and all that for me. I go back with Jamie and he still hasn't been seen by the doctor yet. It's like 8:30. He says "Where are our kids? You left them out there ALONE?!" I said No your sister came and got them.
Finally the doc came and checked him out. She said she was going to send someone in with meds to see if they relaxed the muscles. Well 30 minutes later she comes and says "How ar eyou feeling?" He said "Um, in pain because no one came to give me the meds yet." So she goes off in search of his meds. They gave him Valium and Percocet and said she'll be back in 20 minutes to see how he is doing. 30 minutes later she comes and he is still in pain and the meds aren't doing anything for him. She said she is ordering a shot of Daulidad and an x-ray to rule out a blood clot near his lungs. They come right in to do that and get the x-ray. It's around 10 now and he is straight drunk from the Daulidad and being super goofy. Way more goofy then he normally is. Then he pukes everywhere because he hasn't eaten anything except like 20 Slim Jims all day (you know, the little ones in the ecomony box from Costco). The doc comes in and said he tore a muscle and prescribes his Mortin 800, Daulidad and a muscle relaxer that I forgot the name too and ordered him to rest.
We got out of there around 11. I dropped him off at home and went and got the kids from Becky and picked up his meds from the 24 hour CVS.
We got home a little after midnight after doing those errands and now I'm just sitting down for a few and settling down before trying to go to bed.
So my poor husband who lets his daughter paint his nails, tore a muscle being a good daddy and playing with Jenna.
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