Friday, December 14, 2012

Babies are Hazardous to Your Health

Guess where I spent the morning today? If you guessed at my desk and hard at work, you'd be wrong right because my boss reads this blog! However if you guessed at the local Urgent Care clinic, you might be a little closer to the truth.

We have been dealing with sick kids lately. The coughy, sneezy, snot dripping down their chins kind of sick. You know, the kind every other kid at daycare also has right now. It's been awesome. Greyden, although still stuffy and crusty, appears to be on the upswing. On the other hand, Emerson is still pretty bad so I decided to keep her home from daycare yesterday. I figured that letting her get a good nap and keeping her nose cleared out would help her progress along. After napping from 9:30 - 1:30, then again from 4:00 - 4:45 she did seem to be a little better. Still, you can see where I'm going with this, right? Sick baby....urgent care..........................a knee injury.....*sigh*

Yesterday afternoon I went up to the nursery to get Emerson when she woke up from her nap. As I was holding her and gently swaying back and forth (while belting out Christmas carols at the top of my lungs), my knee cracked. In my mind it sounded like the crack of a gun shot, but truth be told, it was probably closer to a knuckle cracking really loudly. Regardless, you could definitely hear it over my singing so you know I'm not exaggerating too much. Immediately it started to hurt and as the night went on it kept getting worse. By the end of the evening I could barely walk on it. I was hoping that resting it overnight would help, but when I fell stepped out of bed this morning, it was obvious that it was no better. Therefore, I found myself sitting in front of the Urgent Care waiting for them to open.

After successfully elbowing all of the other patrons out of my way (I said knee injury, my elbows were fine), I was the first one in the clinic. The doctor turned out to be an older gentleman who was apparently hard of hearing. As I'm describing my unbearable symptoms (sharp pain below my kneecap, stiffness, extreme pain when walking on it) he's telling me to open my mouth and say "ahh", looking in my ears, checking my lungs, and telling me about all of the cases of strep and pneumonia he's seen lately. Huh? Granted, I wasn't expecting stellar health care from a walk in clinic, but I thought (was hoping?) that they might be able to land a little closer to the old goal line than that. Then he started listening to my heart and telling me that it sounded "funny". Dude, really? I figured it would be just my luck to come in for a knee injury and leave with a heart attack.

Eventually he got around to sending me off for x-rays (of my knee and not my chest believe it or not) which of course came back clear as we figured they would. My prescription? Ice and immobilization. Because THAT will be easy with a 2 year old and a 5 month old. He did give me a prescription for pain meds (the good stuff - regular strength Tylenol since I'm still breastfeeding), a referral to a sports medicine doctor, and sent me on my way. He told me that if I'm still having pain in a week, I am supposed to make an appointment with the sports medicine doc (since the orthopedic places can't get me in until the end of January) and we can discuss an MRI at that time. So I have at least a week of hobbling around like I'm 90. Oh, and he did say that I could use crutches, but recommended a cane instead since I have to carry around a baby wherever I go. (Yes, I'm trying to picture this too). Not that it matters since I don't own a cane and we can't even find both of my crutches. Kevin's been using one for an awning opener on the RV for the last 2 years. The other one is probably........ somewhere....... shop maybe........ basement........ Kevin was nice enough to apologize for separating them and losing one since he "thought my clumsy days were over" and therefore didn't realize that I'd ever need my crutches again. He also said he should have known better. I told him that I wasn't being "clumsy" this time since I was literally just standing there. Clumsy would have obviously involved falling over. Then we got to take a trip down memory lane as he recounted all of my previous "clumsy" injuries....the big ones being slipping down the stairs of our boat, landing on my ass in the cabin, and spraining my ankle, and walking through a door and breaking my foot (while failing to mention that the raised threshold that was the culprit, of course). Yes, I may have landed myself on crutches a time or two before, but who's counting? Definitely not Kevin since he also told me that he's lost track of all of my other injuries.

So that's my morning in a nutshell. There goes my dream of finishing up my Christmas shopping at lunch today, since I'm obviously limited to stores with Amigo scooters. And while I'm beyond thrilled to have an excuse to put it off for yet another few days, I'm also a little scared that I won't be able to walk next week either, although not as scared as the people whose gifts I haven't bought yet should be, since I'll have to send Kevin out for theirs. I'd tell you who you are, but I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out on Christmas morning.


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