Well, no post last night because I was up most the night!
Jason decided he wanted some quality time with me, so he willed his spider bite to turn, within a matter of hours, into a horrible looking, grody thing, complete with red tracking all the way up to his elbow.
He and the kids had been gone at my mom’s for a couple of hours while he was pouring some concrete for an archway/arbor deal he was putting in her front yard for her. He wore gloves and had his hand all bandaged up while he was doing it. When they got home, the kids scrambled to get in their jammies, brush their teeth and pick up their toys. Jason took off the bandage, soaked his hand in the Epsom salt/water solution and sat down and chatted at me while we waited to do the bedtime story, prayers and tucking in of the kids.
His desk is right next to mine, so he looked down at his knuckle to show it to me. I noticed right away that it was slightly bruised looking on one side and mentioned it. He then turned his arm over and WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. A deep red line ran from his hand clear up to his elbow.
He looked at me. I looked at him.
We told the kids we had a change of plans and they needed to put some shoes on, grab their pillows and their jackets. Meanwhile, I was dialing my mom’s house to ask her to watch the kids while I took him in.
We ended up waiting in the waiting room of the ER for over two hours. We sat near the TV, which just happened to be where there were two open seats.
Nearby a little girl cried pitifully at what was obviously an ear infection. The dad was less than compassionate, and I wanted to kick him in his ear. Before too long though the little girl’s mom came by. She wore a vest with the name of the hospital embroidered on it, so it explained how she seemed to have just appeared. She sat down and cuddled with her little girl, and before too long the dad got up to leave, and they finally got the little girl in. I wanted to just cuddle her and tell her dad to kiss off.
The room started clearing, and they finally brought Jason back to the room. Everyone had a look at his hand and arm, which had gotten worse as we waited to be seen.
The verdict? An infection. Yeah, no kidding? An infection, you say? We’re still waiting for the results.
They gave him IV antibiotics, two prescriptions for antibiotics, splinted his arm, put it in a sling, drugged him up for pain and sent him on his way.
So at 2:00 a.m. when I sat down to my computer it was not to write but to work. Ugh. And this morning has been a madhouse.
So there you have it. Why I didn’t blog yesterday.
Wish me luck today though! I’m going to need it!