A quick update for all the wonderful well wishers, those who comment, and those who don’t: thank you.
Shaun is back in the hospital. I haven’t slept for 48 hours. The bad news is I’m holding the pretty end of the stick, the one with all the sparkles and rainbows. Shaun is holding the scary end of the stick: invisible, fragile, uncertain, painful. She is no longer in the good hospital. We had to rush her to the ER, which meant rushing to a lesser hospital. “Hospital” might even be a stretch.
It’s scary to go into an emergency room and come out in much worse shape. More scary to be admitted after the emergency room nearly kills you, then be ignored by the floor staff. Jane had to tap dance and smile and be engaging when she wanted to strangle the incompetent morons.
If Shaun makes it through all this intact, I am SO going to kill her. (After I cry and tell her how much I love her.) She is very sick.
I distracted myself from impending hysteria by diagnosing people in adjacent curtained cubicles. A triathlon runner who passed out, and is moaning through horrible muscle spasms. ER staff doesn’t know what the underlying cause might be. Helllloooo. Tying up. IV fluids, electrolytes, metabolic panel, and body temperature control. STAT. Orange juice is not going to cut it.
Baby with odd behavior, who wouldn’t stop crying. He was swatting at the sides of his belly with his fists and screaming. Easy. Colic.
Uncomfortable Man bent over then stretching out then bending over. Looks just like that gelding with gall stones.
I may take Shaun to the vet.
It’s going to be awhile. Great time to visit all the wonderful blogs on the list and on the (unfinished) Horse Bloggers page.