Gonna start this story by mentioning that our entire holiday season. was screwed up this year. Thanksgiving was cancelled. Christmas was barely cobbled together.
What we gonna do for the New Year?
Spent most of New Year’s Day in the ER. When you get the phone call to come to the hospital, Trauma Bay 3, you drop everything and haul ass.
Turns out my wife (no pics) collapsed at work. Only reason she was in a “trauma” bay was because it was a courtesy (spacious, in a quiet corner, etc).
For the record, she was already there, because she’s the Chief Hospitalist and was on-shift. And when the boss collapses unexpectedly in the hallway, the place goes on full tilt.
Got the VIP treatment when I came storming in, although it was a holiday with a reduced staff, so shit still moved slow.
Despite my wife’s protestations, I told the ER doc “As long as we’re here snd already running a tab, do it all, snd let’s make sure we’re not dealing with something more sinister than just a really aggressive virus.”
So...it made for a long fuckin’ day. And I’m 99% sure that it was an isolated event. But I brought her home, fed her some homemade soup while she finished patient charts on her laptop, filled her Rx, gave her drugs, put her in bed, then poured a Bourbon (more than one) while I had a quiet nervous breakdown in the other room.
And I’ll be damned if she didn’t wake me up at 5am so I could drive her back to work.
So...it’s January 2, and I’m on my 2nd cup of coffee, wondering what kinda bullshit might happen today...
Happy New Year to all you Surly Bastards.