Sunday, September 16, 2012
A Dramatic Sunday and a Visit to the ER...
I was dizzy and light headed when I woke up and it took me three tries to get my hair up because I thought I was going to faint, but after managing to get out of the house things were looking up. I made it through Mass and was walking up our walkway on the way to our side door, when I felt and heard a pop that went through my shoe and into my foot. I'm sure I probably didn't actually hear anything at all, but the feeling seemed to echo through my body as I stood there, perfectly still, and suddenly terrified. I didn't want to look. I knew that what I was going to see was going to be bad.
Paul and the girls were in front of me when my panicked voice told them to wait. I glanced at the bottom of my shoe as I stood, perfectly still, on one foot, still holding my jumbo diaper bag and two bags with food. I could see the rusty nail poking out of the bottom of my grey ballet flat.
It hurt, although the tears that started to flow weren't really from the pain... they were a result of the panic of knowing that the nail was going to have to come back out and that the whole process was likely to be pretty awful. Paul took the girls inside. He was having a hard time understanding why his wife was wailing on the walkway, since I appeared to be perfectly fine and was apparently too teary to be clearly understood. Finally he saw the nail.
He loaded the girls in the car while I debated whether this truly qualified as an "emergency." He assured me that yes, in fact, it did.
After realizing that every single movement that involved my shoe moving at all made thing much, much worse, he scooped me up and carried me to the car and then I hobbled into my seat. A few minutes later I was being wheeled into the ER by a security guard.
The triage nurse was awesome. I got the impression that quite a few of my fellow patients were there in an attempt to get pain killers and she rushed me through, although there was brief half hour period where she thought I'd been taken back and spent thirty minutes wincing as people stumbled by my foot, praying they weren't about to drive the nail deeper in with a misplaced bump (since they had my foot extended straight out in front of me on the wheel chair).
My foot was definitely a focal point in the ER. With the nail extending out of the arch of my shoe it seemed impossible for my fellow patients not to stare (and I can't blame them... even the staff was pretty fascinated!). The pain was steadily increasing, in a throbbing sort of way, and even being pushed in the chair seemed to make things much, much worse.
The radiologist was pretty funny. He told me that x-raying this particular injury made his whole day because it was the most interesting thing he'd seen in a while. Another worked came over and looked horrified as she realized what she was looking at.
Thankfully the nail was only in "a little." Okay, a medical "little" still seemed like quite a lot to me, since the rusty nail was embedded about an inch into my foot (since it wasn't stuck in any bones it "wasn't too bad").
I have to say that I really like this hospital, which is a very good thing since we're planning on having the baby there.
And hopefully there won't be any more dramatic visits before the baby arrives.
You see, this is the problem with having a baby bump that's so big that you can't see your feet... I couldn't see the giant rusty roofing nail past my beach ball tummy...
I'm ready for a totally uneventful week!