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Pretty soon I’m going to start racking up frequent flyer miles at the local ER.   In the past six weeks I have taken two trips there-which as far as I’m concerned is two too many.

The first time I was not the patient.  I was with one of the kids at work, who turned out to be one really sick child (who is doing much better, btw, he truly is a fighter).  For the second visit however, I was the patient.

The only word to describe work this past weekend would be hell.  We had a full house (five kids) and while normally our staffing census per shift would be adequate enough to deal with the amount of kids-it just wasn’t the case this time around.  At the shift change, you could just feel the frustration and stress from the leaving staff.  I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that not a single smile was flashed, nor a laugh was uttered.  It was that sort of bad.

I went into work for my Sunday double shift.  I knew that it would be a bad day even before I showed up, but nonetheless, I was in a pretty good mood.  The end of the work week was in sight and I knew that the craziness would most likely end soon.  I was trying to be optomistic.  That lasted…oh, about half  of one shift.

Not long before bedtime one of the kids began acting up…I, very stupidly attempted to calm him down.  For my trouble  I found myself getting hit in the face, full force, by the kids knee.  Needless to say, it hurt like hell and the only thing I could do was rush into the kitchen to grab an ice pack and have a good cry.

I had gotten hit in the side of the nose and the eye area.  My nose wasn’t bleeding or anything so I didn’t think I broke anything but as the area started swelling up pretty quickly I decided (with the supervisor’s prompting) I should go to the hospital to get it checked out, have X-Rays taken…etc.  Being that the injury was close to my eye I didn’t want to drive home and so I called home to see if someone could come pick me up and about twenty minutes later my mother showed up, fresh out of work (at the hospital nonetheless) and after a quick examination of my face agreed that I should go to the ER to be on the safe side.

A few hours of sitting in the waiting room, I was finally called to the back.  I laid on a bed for another long while as insurance information and paperwork was filled out and signed.  Finally, at long last a doctor showed up.  He determined that I needed a tetanus shot as there was a small abrasion and ordered X-Rays.  The X-Rays were taken and once I returned back to the bed a nurse came in to give me the needle (which truly was the worse part of the entire ordeal).  The X-Rays came back negative so I was finally allowed to leave.  By the time I got home and settled down enough to sleep it was 3am.  I slept until about 10:30am and have spent a good portion of the day on the phone or waiting for phone calls setting up a follow up doctor’s appointment and getting information from my job about workman’s comp.

My nose hurts a bit, but Advil seems to be helping to alleviate the worst of it.  My arm is a little sore from the tetanus shot but not nearly as bad as I was expecting.  More than anything I’m just bored and restless from not having much to do until work tonight (yes, I’m torturing myself by going back to work right away) and being too tired to do much of anything.

Hopefully the guy from work calls me back soon with the info that I need so that I can go take a bit of a nap.

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