Today was too much
My day started with a crisis and ended in the same way.
Tommie woke me up and said that there was something stuck in my dog’s throat. She was battling to breath and clearly trying to get it out. It was getting worse and worse and she was getting weaker. Eventually the Vet was available and she was ‘admitted’. He gave her some or other medication, kept her there, took x-rays and she had a bone that thankfully by then had worked it’s way into her stomach. Thank goodness she is okay.
Then there’s my little Quintus. I went to pick the boys up from school and Quintus came walking out of the offices…crying? Clutching his stomach. Apparently he threw up around 10 am and from 12 had been crying all the time. In pain. They say they tried to get hold of me but I didn’t answer my phone?! The one lying next to me?! The one that doesn’t show a missed call!? Why did they not try any of the 3 other numbers they have on their file?????
Something told me this wasn’t the normal stomach ache / tummy virus. I got an appointment for him and Mommy intuition was right. Tommie got back from the doctor with him and said his appendix was on the verge of rupturing. It had to come out ASAP. We were told to go directly to hospital with him. I left everything on my desk just like that, grabbed clothes for us and there we were. In hospital. Getting medication for the horrible pain, his drip etc.etc
He would have been taken in at 6 pm. Changed to 5:45. I explained to him in detail what would happen. He met the nursing staff. He was taken into the ward and our long stressful wait began.
Well about 15 minutes later the anesthetist came walking past. As in, he just arrived at the hospital! So my child has been there and NO-ONE else? Just the nurses? Why did they take him in then!? Why was he lying in the theatre, scared with bright white lights and no doctors? I got so ticked off with the anaesthetists when I asked him why he is so late and he so casually answered that he only got to leave now. No sorry or niks.
Then it takes forever for Quintus to come out. FINALLY our doctor (who would be doing the procedure…the one we saw earlier in the day) comes out and apologises for not being the one who operated!!!!???? Apparently the other doctors decided he took too long to get to hospital (after he did phone and say he was going to be late) that they went ahead and did the operation. THAT’S MY CHILD!!! I’m waiting outside the theatre. How about coming out to ASK me if it’s okay. I don’t know the doctor who did the operation. I trust MY doctor and that’s why I agreed to HIM taking out the appendix!!!
I tell you that today has just been too much. I will be taking up all the issues with the relevant people but right now, I am sitting on my most uncomfortable hospital chair / bed thing, holding my son’s hand. Like he asks me to every time he wakes up.