Tonight, the least of our worries was the chopping of the broccoli:
Barely half an hour after Eleanor and I got home from work, she working diligently on getting a yummy dinner ready, the broccoli struck back. A freshly-microwaved dish of it, accidentally poured onto both of her hands. As in 100°C (212°F for us Luddites). As in a lot of it.
I was in here, and screams came from both her and Em pretty quickly. First attempts with ice did nothing to stop the pain from going to eleven on the ol' Triage Ten scale, so I backed out the car and asked, where to, ER or Doc-in-a-Box? She chose the latter, which is closer.
Moments later, they were administering the first pain injection and dressing the worst of the hands. (Both caught it pretty bad.) Neither was doing all that much, and we were referred to the Big Ugly Public Hospital in the center of the city, which happens to have the only burn unit for at least 100 miles.
They were, to put it mildly, stellar. Every single one of them, from the triage nurse to the about even dozen of residents, med students and (not that many) higher-ups, who treated the pain, undressed and redressed the blisters, and were above all just DECENT to her for our roughly two-hour stay there.
She's now sleeping, the third pain shot enough to turn the trick and a bushelbasket of Lortabs in reserve for if things get worse painwise. She gets rechecked on Monday, mostly as a precaution against "evolution" of the wounds to lower levels of skin than they appear to have affected.
Of the many of you, the only residents I can remember by name are Melanie (who did most of the hand-iwork), Andrea (first MD in the ED and the one who wrote the ultimate Lortab scrip) and David (the head resident who put the official good prognosis on how things looked). All of the rest of you, though, were equally helpful, and kind, and everything television tells us a big city emergency room is not supposed to be.
Needless to say, the grrl will be off work for a bit. Ironically enough, she can now come with when Em and I light the last Advent candle a week from Sunday. There will be more pain, and awkward moments, and a lot less excellent home cooking. Since we are allegedly insured for all of this, the financial pain shouldn't be too bad, though. And most importantly, we're okay, and together through it.
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Date: 2009-12-12 11:28 am (UTC)*analgesic thoughts and vibes to plantmom*
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Date: 2009-12-12 12:08 pm (UTC)Somewhere around the Eggert exit, one of your old brand of meat wagons pulled onto the 33, lights and sirens all a-go, and the rather delirious husband thought, "Great! I can go as fast as the ambulance, just right behind it! Uh, yeah, until he realized that all the cars in FRONT of the ambulance were pulling over for it but not me. THEY were headed to General, though, so we parted ways at the Grider exit and I had to stop for those last few lights and stop signs.
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Date: 2009-12-12 12:14 pm (UTC)And never ever EVER follow any emergency vehicle going code 2; that's a great way of getting yourself killed. This is why police escorts aren't all their cracked up to be.
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Date: 2009-12-12 01:46 pm (UTC)I'm glad that she got such excellent care (from both you and the docs) and that the prognosis is good. That's like one of my ultimate kitchen nightmares right there.
Heal fast Eleanor.
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Date: 2009-12-12 01:55 pm (UTC)I'm sending healing vibes to Eleanor and peace vibes to all three of you.
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Date: 2009-12-12 11:26 pm (UTC)I hope this resolves quickly!
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