Yesterday afternoon, I was standing in line to drop of prescriptions at Longs when my cell phone jingled with the news "Mrs. Glines there was an accident at practice. We've imobilzed his arm, but I think he needs to be seen right away." Shit, shit, double shit and you are off. (Oh, NTS (note to self): try to get back to Longs to drop off those prescriptions).
As far as I know Mom's are the only people who can handle these situations, and it is amazing to me how the to do list automatically forms in your head:
- Get to Schuyler
- Don't forget backpack, helmet, pads & gear bag or to thank helpful staff
- Screw the water bottle that's left out on the field (NTS: pick-up new water bottle when you drop off prescriptions)
- Assess level of emergency i.e. can I still pick-up small sister or do we need to for-go that in favor of immediate trip to ER/urgent care
- Do we need the ER or will Urgent Care suffice
- Begin search for back-up (cause you know the pain that you all will feel if small sister has to spend an extended amount of time in ER and/or Urgent care waiting room)
- Pick-up small sister
- Head to medical facilitiy of choice-- All things being equal the best choice ends up being the one that is likly to have the shortest wait and be the closest to home.
- Contact other parental unit and appraise them of the situation. They of course will be completly calm since they are totally uninvolved and offer you such sage words of wisdom as "I'm sure everything will be fine. " and my favorite"Let me know what the doctor says."
- NTS: kill spouse at earliest opportunity
- return to back-up search
- Simultaneously fill-out papaerwork, entertain small fry & give directions to grandma to the Urgent care so she can pick-up Riley.
- wait
- wait
- wait
- go into room
- wait
- answer call from hubby re: "how's it going?" "umm we're waiting."
- wait
- Hand off Riley (who doesn't want to leave)
- see doc, have X-rays
- wait
- Get good news, not broken
- Get bad news, splint for a week
- Done!
Isn't that wonderful . . .then you get to go home with a one armed bandit and a sassy small fry. I decided to take the night off from homework. I hope Mrs. Evans understands.
1 comment:
I think my reaction and list would have been: "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit" - while blubbering like a baby. But then again, I'm good in stressful situations....... :-/
--Caitlin
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