things about today
Apr. 10th, 2014 09:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineMy kitchen is clean. Stress, worry, and anxiety make me clean. This especially happen when I need to appear calm for other people. I must have something to do with my hands and attention or else I'll just pace and fidget.
Downwood asked me to come home at noon. He was feeling poorly.
I came home and played with Ox and then went to pick up Emi from school. While I was waiting for Emi, Downwood called my phone and said that he'd called the EMTs. He was rocking some chest pain and numbness in both arms and through his face in addition to GI unpleasantness.
I warned Emi on the way home that there'd be an ambulance to take care of Daddy. She thought about it, then said, "Can I have a popsicle when we get home?"
Sure thing.
I pushed Emi out into the backyard and rescued the EMTs from Ox, who was trying to help them with their buttons and flashy lights. Both kids got popsicles and I held Downwood's hand while they worked. Everything seemed to check out, but he was still feeling terrible, so they took him to the hospital.
I had the foresight to grab his cell phone and wallet and give them to the EMTs to take with. I didn't realize he didn't have pants, glasses, or shoes. Oops.
I made a bunch of phone calls to interested family members, called in some cavalry, and waited. I talked with our neighbor who offered to watch the kids or just be a friend. I cried a bit when she couldn't see.
Ox took a couple of baths and a nap. Emi played outside until everyone got called in for dinner.
I cleaned. I colored with Emi. I watched Clone Wars with Ox. I forgot to eat. I read Ox his nightly dozen books and got him to lay down and go to sleep.
Finally, I heard from Downwood that they were going to release him and not keep him overnight. I called a friend to shuttle him home. He's under orders to get as many fluids in him as humanly possible, so I kept refilling his cup without asking.
After Downwood was home for a little while, I got Emi into bed waaaay past her bedtime. We were just about done with her book when Cavalry Grandpa showed up. So she ran out to see him. I let them snuggle for a bit, then told her it was really time for bed. I think she fell asleep within 30 seconds.
Cavalry are staying in the local hotel. They'll be back in the morning to help entertain small children so Downwood can rest and hydrate. Downwood's in bed. I'm waiting for my drugs to kick in. I'll be back at work tomorrow, but probably not as early as usual.
The house is quiet. My family is safe.
We learned today that extreme dehydration will start to shut down your circulatory system and give other weird symptoms. We learned that EMTs can't physically get the rolly bed into any of the bedrooms, though they can get it down the hall. I learned that our neighbors are even more awesome than I'd already known. I learned how to scramble Downwood's family into action - I already knew how to scramble my family when asking for help.
I learned that the Espionage Cosmetics nailwraps are even more badass than I'd thought - lots of scrubbing and I only lost two stickers. I applied them a week and half ago. This is way better lifespan than nail polish.
We're all home. Downwood is on the mend. We know what to do to take care of him. Our family and friends are awesome and are here for us as soon as we ask.
Depression and anxiety can suck it. Right now, all is good.
Downwood asked me to come home at noon. He was feeling poorly.
I came home and played with Ox and then went to pick up Emi from school. While I was waiting for Emi, Downwood called my phone and said that he'd called the EMTs. He was rocking some chest pain and numbness in both arms and through his face in addition to GI unpleasantness.
I warned Emi on the way home that there'd be an ambulance to take care of Daddy. She thought about it, then said, "Can I have a popsicle when we get home?"
Sure thing.
I pushed Emi out into the backyard and rescued the EMTs from Ox, who was trying to help them with their buttons and flashy lights. Both kids got popsicles and I held Downwood's hand while they worked. Everything seemed to check out, but he was still feeling terrible, so they took him to the hospital.
I had the foresight to grab his cell phone and wallet and give them to the EMTs to take with. I didn't realize he didn't have pants, glasses, or shoes. Oops.
I made a bunch of phone calls to interested family members, called in some cavalry, and waited. I talked with our neighbor who offered to watch the kids or just be a friend. I cried a bit when she couldn't see.
Ox took a couple of baths and a nap. Emi played outside until everyone got called in for dinner.
I cleaned. I colored with Emi. I watched Clone Wars with Ox. I forgot to eat. I read Ox his nightly dozen books and got him to lay down and go to sleep.
Finally, I heard from Downwood that they were going to release him and not keep him overnight. I called a friend to shuttle him home. He's under orders to get as many fluids in him as humanly possible, so I kept refilling his cup without asking.
After Downwood was home for a little while, I got Emi into bed waaaay past her bedtime. We were just about done with her book when Cavalry Grandpa showed up. So she ran out to see him. I let them snuggle for a bit, then told her it was really time for bed. I think she fell asleep within 30 seconds.
Cavalry are staying in the local hotel. They'll be back in the morning to help entertain small children so Downwood can rest and hydrate. Downwood's in bed. I'm waiting for my drugs to kick in. I'll be back at work tomorrow, but probably not as early as usual.
The house is quiet. My family is safe.
We learned today that extreme dehydration will start to shut down your circulatory system and give other weird symptoms. We learned that EMTs can't physically get the rolly bed into any of the bedrooms, though they can get it down the hall. I learned that our neighbors are even more awesome than I'd already known. I learned how to scramble Downwood's family into action - I already knew how to scramble my family when asking for help.
I learned that the Espionage Cosmetics nailwraps are even more badass than I'd thought - lots of scrubbing and I only lost two stickers. I applied them a week and half ago. This is way better lifespan than nail polish.
We're all home. Downwood is on the mend. We know what to do to take care of him. Our family and friends are awesome and are here for us as soon as we ask.
Depression and anxiety can suck it. Right now, all is good.
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Date: 2014-04-11 02:50 pm (UTC)Glad everything is okay now! You managed that complicated thing beautifully, too.
Feel-better wishes to your guy. Virtual popsicles to you and your kids.