We’ve all had a pretty bad week here (splendiferous considering it is only Wednesday). All of us have been encouraging each other during the ‘man that sucks’ stuff and even the ‘man that really sucks’ stuff. At some point, however, you cave. Some family members cry, some rant and rave, and others just, well laugh like the mad woman they are.
The latter was me tonight. I had already cried, ranted and raved earlier today, and was exhausted. My DD was in pain all day. We thought maybe she had bruised her tailbone. By this afternoon, it had gotten so painful that she couldn’t stop crying.
I took her to the ER thinking “screw the doctor’s office, the ER has cool equipment and isn’t afraid to use it.” I’m also broke, so what’s being a little more broker going to do to me.
Come to find out that this back pain and low grade fever that she has had since her doctor’s visit earlier this month was due to her having a pilonidal cyst. They were going to move her to the procedure room to drain it. “To drain it.”
That set me off. I could not stop laughing. The idea of them draining her butt sent me straight to the crazy zone.
“They’re going to drain your butt,” I said, more than once. Laughing like a mad woman. Needless to say, she kicked me out.
I went to eat something in hopes of stabilizing a little. Then to the truck to feel sorry for myself. She called, crying hysterically. Oh shit.
I run into the ER and about pull the locked entry door off its hinges. Run to her room to find her okay. She was upset. She had passed out when they gave her the numbing shot.
When everything started becoming funny to her (Lortabs will do that to you) I could barely crack a smile. All I could think was “I should have stayed with her” along with another me screaming “she’s freaking 20 years old dear, she will survive without you.”
I stopped and got her fries and a Dr. Pepper from Mickey Dees. Got her home and into the bed. A little later she hollers from the bed, giggling her cute drained butt off, “guess I shouldn’t eat when I am so tired, I woke with fries in my mouth.” A few minutes later I see a post on Facebook how much she loves McDonald’s. Then a few seconds later “Boy this Dr. Pepper is so good!”
Maybe I’ll laugh about it tomorrow.
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