I took today off. Was supposed to go flea marketing with Pop but instead we ended up in the ER last night and got home about 2 am. He went to the dentist with an abscessed tooth (is that what you call it?) and received some antibiotics. But suddenly late yesterday evening his face started swelling quite badly. Off to the ER we went.
I could spend quite some time discussing the sadness that is the ER. So sad. We arrived at 9:30 pm and left at 1:30 am. Our "room" was actually a trauma room of some sort with a curtain wall dividing us from our neighbors. Just the two groups in this makeshift patient room. So we could hear their two year oldish girl singing and dancing barefoot and eventually lying in the nasty floor on a blanket sleeping, the mama bursting into tears every so often, and the doctor telling the man his vitals look good but he needed to check into rehab tomorrow morning. That he was the third addiction case he'd seen tonight. Please pray for these people. He admitted he'd been to rehab three times before and the dr encouraged him to keep trying-it was worth it.
Dad got two shots of antibiotics and a prescription for another. Since mom, dad and I were the late nighters and I knew they were worn out, I took Macy on an adventure today!
Ok I think I'm finally tired enough to sleep. Let's hope so, it's 2 am! Night and sweet dreams!