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ph4ever wrote:

SchoolGirlHeart wrote:

ph4ever wrote:Mr SGH should be glad you're not me.

Ask your BN Mom about the many unrepeatable things I said. When I melted down I called PHAW.

Sometimes bad works for good, though. I also brought keet home by myself. Had to go into the pharmacy and get pain meds and because it was a hot July day the poor kid had to walk in with me, all doubled over. The pharmacist looked at him and asked, "Is this for him??" "Yes." "This is an overdose; it's an adult dose!" I shook.... If he hadn't been with me the pharmacist might not have noticed and God knows what might have happened..... *shudder*

(((((Jen))))) then it did work out ok. Sybil did something similar when Mongo was 10 months old and had to have a spinal tap. He wouldn't get off his a$$ to come be with me when that took place. He only had to go about 10 miles. It was more impornatant for him to sit at home and watch TV since it was our last weekend of vacation.

grrrrrr......

I tried some of those and a few others.

When I was about 15, my Mom was a volunteer at the local hospital. One afternoon an ambulance passed her on the way home. She followed it for several miles and was worried when the ambulance turned into our neighborhood but felt a little relief when it turned a different direction off the main road - until she found a neighbor standing in the driveway. "Your son had an accident at the stable, there's an ambulance on the way."

After that I rarely mentioned doctors or hospitals to her again.

The last time I was hospitalized (three days in 1997), I called the family about 4 days after I was discharged.

SchoolGirlHeart wrote:Haven't had to make that call to Mr. SGH for me, but in reference to keets, a couple of times:

Me: "We're still in the ER. They say Keet needs an emergency appendectomy."
Mr. SGH: "Hmm. Okay, well, call me when they're done."
Me: *click*
Two days later: "I'm still here at Children's Hospital. Your son had some complications. Could I please have some CLEAN CLOTHES??"

Another time:
"I'm at the ER at Childrens. Keet fell on the playground, literally ripped off half his face and has to be taken into surgery to put it back together."
"Hmm, wow. So, call me when you're on your way home."


I do not like ER's......

Dear heavens Jen! Your hubby is WAY too calm in an emergency. My family gathers around and wrings hands over just about anything.

Can't say that it's ever happened, so I can't answer!!

Elrod wrote:The last time I was hospitalized (three days in 1997), I called the family about 4 days after I was discharged.

BAD BAD BAD E!!!!! My dad used to do that chit to me all the time. It didn't matter to him that I explained to him that I didn't even know mom was in the hospital when she died and it would hurt me deeply if I didn't know he was in the hospital and he died.

Remind me to spank you when I see you next.

SchoolGirlHeart wrote:

ph4ever wrote:

SchoolGirlHeart wrote:

ph4ever wrote:Mr SGH should be glad you're not me.

Ask your BN Mom about the many unrepeatable things I said. When I melted down I called PHAW.

Sometimes bad works for good, though. I also brought keet home by myself. Had to go into the pharmacy and get pain meds and because it was a hot July day the poor kid had to walk in with me, all doubled over. The pharmacist looked at him and asked, "Is this for him??" "Yes." "This is an overdose; it's an adult dose!" I shook.... If he hadn't been with me the pharmacist might not have noticed and God knows what might have happened..... *shudder*

(((((Jen))))) then it did work out ok. Sybil did something similar when Mongo was 10 months old and had to have a spinal tap. He wouldn't get off his a$$ to come be with me when that took place. He only had to go about 10 miles. It was more impornatant for him to sit at home and watch TV since it was our last weekend of vacation.

grrrrrr......

yep

nutmeg wrote:

SchoolGirlHeart wrote:Haven't had to make that call to Mr. SGH for me, but in reference to keets, a couple of times:

Me: "We're still in the ER. They say Keet needs an emergency appendectomy."
Mr. SGH: "Hmm. Okay, well, call me when they're done."
Me: *click*
Two days later: "I'm still here at Children's Hospital. Your son had some complications. Could I please have some CLEAN CLOTHES??"

Another time:
"I'm at the ER at Childrens. Keet fell on the playground, literally ripped off half his face and has to be taken into surgery to put it back together."
"Hmm, wow. So, call me when you're on your way home."


I do not like ER's......

Dear heavens Jen! Your hubby is WAY too calm in an emergency. My family gathers around and wrings hands over just about anything.

I wouldn't say he is reaction is calm more of................er maybe I better self edit - this is a family site after all

PHAW Webmistress wrote: I wouldn't say he's reaction is calm more of................er maybe I better self edit - this is a family site after all

I couldn't find a proper way of saying it, either.

PHAW Webmistress wrote:

nutmeg wrote:

SchoolGirlHeart wrote:Haven't had to make that call to Mr. SGH for me, but in reference to keets, a couple of times:

Me: "We're still in the ER. They say Keet needs an emergency appendectomy."
Mr. SGH: "Hmm. Okay, well, call me when they're done."
Me: *click*
Two days later: "I'm still here at Children's Hospital. Your son had some complications. Could I please have some CLEAN CLOTHES??"

Another time:
"I'm at the ER at Childrens. Keet fell on the playground, literally ripped off half his face and has to be taken into surgery to put it back together."
"Hmm, wow. So, call me when you're on your way home."


I do not like ER's......

Dear heavens Jen! Your hubby is WAY too calm in an emergency. My family gathers around and wrings hands over just about anything.

I wouldn't say he is reaction is calm more of................er maybe I better self edit - this is a family site after all

I was being tactful I'm known for tactful. I was actually thinking that the next call he got would be from my lawyer

However everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. My dad totally freaks if he needs to visit anyone in a hospital and he pretty much NEVER makes a funeral. Soooo just in case MR SGH has hospital phobias, I was giving him the benefit of the doubt.

I wouldn't say anything. I would just call and ask how she was. Eventually she would ask why she could barely hear cuz of the sirens.

Conolulu wrote:Mom's on the roof....





c'mon, someone had to have heard that joke!

HAHAHA!! that is a good one. there is no good way to break this kind of news.

I had to do this once, years ago...thought I was either having a heart attack or panic attack, but I was very calm at work...

Did what the doctor told me, went to the hospital got all situated in ER.

Call mom and said, I won't be home right away, I'm over at the hospital, They think I had a panic attack, so I'm all hooked up on the ekg, I'll call you later.

She was relaxed, cause she never came over to see me... I left 5 hours after I got there, and continued to read my smutty novel

Mine have gone something like this....

8th grade...

"Mr. & Mrs - this is Coach. Janice had a little accident today at the track meet. Well she slipped on the bleachers and we are pretty for sure she broke her foot. We are on the way over to the ER with her right now. Yes, ma'am, we think it's really broke. It's just hanging off to the side"

Right after I turned 30 (and the divorce)... I couldn't get either of my folks on the phone so this is the message I left them...

"Hey Mom and Dad.. it's me. What's up? You know how I said I was having really bad pain in my side. The doctor doesn't know what is going on so he is sending me over to the ER. Doesn't think it is my appendix because I'm not running a high fever. So I'll be hanging out there for while. Give me a call."

They were there within the hour. That was the visit that made me realize that catheters were stuck in out only holes....

Billy grew up and went a way to college. The first week after he was gone, he called home and spoke to his dad. While talking, he asked his dad about his favorite pet cat, mittens.

"I'm sorry to tell you Billy, but mittens died." his father responded.

Billy was devastated. "Dad, how could you be so cruel to just come out and say it like that? You know I'm not going to be home for several weeks. You could have said something like 'He's gotten out and is stuck up on the roof.' And then next week say something like 'He's still up there, but I'm sure he'll be down soon.' The following week 'He came down but he's awfully sick from being outside that long.' and then 'It's not looking good, but he's a trooper' and then finally 'The last thing he did was reach out a paw to your picture before he died.' It would still hurt, but at least I'd have time to deal with the grief."

"You're right," his father replied. "Next time I'll be more sensative."

"thanks Dad. How's Mom doing?"

His father was a silent for a second before saying

"She's gotten out and is stuck up on the roof."

Conolulu wrote:Mom's on the roof....

c'mon, someone had to have heard that joke!

Okay, THAT'S just downright scary. I didn't even read any of the responses before I posted mine.

SchoolGirlHeart wrote:Haven't had to make that call to Mr. SGH for me, but in reference to keets, a couple of times:

Me: "We're still in the ER. They say Keet needs an emergency appendectomy."
Mr. SGH: "Hmm. Okay, well, call me when they're done."
Me: *click*
Two days later: "I'm still here at Children's Hospital. Your son had some complications. Could I please have some CLEAN CLOTHES??"

Another time:
"I'm at the ER at Childrens. Keet fell on the playground, literally ripped off half his face and has to be taken into surgery to put it back together."
"Hmm, wow. So, call me when you're on your way home."


I do not like ER's......

with those responses the best you can come up with is you don't like ERs?

AlbatrossFlyer wrote:

SchoolGirlHeart wrote:Haven't had to make that call to Mr. SGH for me, but in reference to keets, a couple of times:

Me: "We're still in the ER. They say Keet needs an emergency appendectomy."
Mr. SGH: "Hmm. Okay, well, call me when they're done."
Me: *click*
Two days later: "I'm still here at Children's Hospital. Your son had some complications. Could I please have some CLEAN CLOTHES??"

Another time:
"I'm at the ER at Childrens. Keet fell on the playground, literally ripped off half his face and has to be taken into surgery to put it back together."
"Hmm, wow. So, call me when you're on your way home."

I do not like ER's......

with those responses the best you can come up with is you don't like ERs?

It's a family site..... You can be assured I used some of my most sailorly language in those situations..... At volume.....

Imagine my end of the conversation when I went to the parking lot to get my SUV when appendix-keet was released and it's got a flat tire..... I'm sure all of Providence probably heard me. I was so furious, I hung up on the absent other half and changed the tire myself (not long after my own surgery, and not supposed to be lifting truck tires...). Went back up to the room to get keet and wash up, and the nurse asks, "Don't you have AAA?" Oops.... Yep, I do.... I was so far beyond furious that I forgot.

SchoolGirlHeart wrote:

AlbatrossFlyer wrote:

SchoolGirlHeart wrote:Haven't had to make that call to Mr. SGH for me, but in reference to keets, a couple of times:

Me: "We're still in the ER. They say Keet needs an emergency appendectomy."
Mr. SGH: "Hmm. Okay, well, call me when they're done."
Me: *click*
Two days later: "I'm still here at Children's Hospital. Your son had some complications. Could I please have some CLEAN CLOTHES??"

Another time:
"I'm at the ER at Childrens. Keet fell on the playground, literally ripped off half his face and has to be taken into surgery to put it back together."
"Hmm, wow. So, call me when you're on your way home."

I do not like ER's......

with those responses the best you can come up with is you don't like ERs?

It's a family site..... You can be assured I used some of my most sailorly language in those situations..... At volume.....

Imagine my end of the conversation when I went to the parking lot to get my SUV when appendix-keet was released and it's got a flat tire..... I'm sure all of Providence probably heard me. I was so furious, I hung up on the absent other half and changed the tire myself (not long after my own surgery, and not supposed to be lifting truck tires...). Went back up to the room to get keet and wash up, and the nurse asks, "Don't you have AAA?" Oops.... Yep, I do.... I was so far beyond furious that I forgot.

Jen, Jen, Jen! I'm sure I would have sat down in the parking lot and cried at that point. And there is no way I'd have changed it. You are made of sterner stuff than I....

The time I spent the night in the ER I was in college and my boyfriend ended up dragging me there kicking and screaming. I was convinced they were gonna send me home and tell me to come back to the regular clinic (military hospital) on Monday morning.

I was convinced of that right up until the doctor came up to me with my test results looking like this and telling me they were gonna start an IV with antibiotics, morphine, and some anti-nausea med to help with the first two and asking me if I had any idea how sick I was (being the doctor, isn't he supposed to know that? )

At that point it was too late to call my parents. Mom was not happy at all when she found out a few days later.

pema wrote:The time I spent the night in the ER I was in college and my boyfriend ended up dragging me there kicking and screaming. I was convinced they were gonna send me home and tell me to come back to the regular clinic (military hospital) on Monday morning.

I was convinced of that right up until the doctor came up to me with my test results looking like this and telling me they were gonna start an IV with antibiotics, morphine, and some anti-nausea med to help with the first two and asking me if I had any idea how sick I was (being the doctor, isn't he supposed to know that? )

At that point it was too late to call my parents. Mom was not happy at all when she found out a few days later.

Good thing you had a stubborn boyfriend.