Sleep sleep where are you. I’ve been up for nearly 24 hours now. If jetlag is like this I can’t do it.
Typed for three hours straight this morning tap tap tapped up a meeting. Got into bed tonight, got comfy…then off to ER with youngest in pain. UC monster reminding her what well for now means. Three and a half hours, two painkillers and a bag of iv fluids later we’re home.
In the ER waiting room it went like this….
Head smashed with glass I don’t know where the car is. I smoke marijuana. Don’t smoke tobacco or go in the sun your scar will heal better. – young guy, so much blood.
Hi my car was towed tonight, my house keys are in it any chance I can swing by when I leave the hospital and get them. From your holding area yeah can we drive by Alexandria honey, it’s near Mascot you know. Yeah they’re under the airbag that blew out. – this from the guy up the back with his arm splinted, and the skinny girlfriend.
You all need to leave now. They’ve totally fucked me up and you need to get out. You can heal yourselves. You, you’re special, you will kill for sala. She – can heal herself. You know what to do. You two – you’re already fucked, your dead. – this from the guy with pee all down the front of his pants and booze fumes almost igniting as he shared his wisdom and warnings with the rest of the walking wounded we spent most of the beginning of sunday with, waiting.
A parade of crazies, drunk or otherwise. Four huge security guards who can only travel in a pack.
And the woman inside ‘are you allergic to any medications’ ‘OF COURSE’ then a long long list…
And this I observed despite being tired when I arrived, gripped by anxiety – keep it together! she’s the patient! Am I going to faint right here, is my bp low (feel pulse in neck – repeatedly), do I have low blood sugar. Do I need to eat. Do I need to lie down. That’s enough fluid isn’t it let’s go home. How’s your pain. Can we go home now.
11.30 pm – 3.10am