I'm really glad he's okay.
Moi aussi. I feel kind of like a big baby since I know other parents have to go through heart surgeries and cleft palate repair and much bigger trauma. But in 8 1/2 years, this is only the second time Emmett's ever even been to an emergency room. (He's very active, but he's just balanced and in control mostly.)
BWAHAHAHA!! Love Emmett.
At that point the nurse accused him of being a 50 y.o. man in an 8 y.o. body.
At that point the nurse accused him of being a 50 y.o. man in an 8 y.o. body.
A pretty juvenile 50 y.o., wouldn't you say?
What a relief. I'm so glad too.
Hahahahah. I was never that calm and collected at that age. By then I'd had over 100 stitches in my face and spent 3 days in the hospital following a catastrophic asthma attack - after that, I got all kinds of panicky and weird about Things Medical.
I had all 4 wisdom teeth pulled 3 years ago - Jilli can attest to this - and I was so nervous ahead of time I was given a Valium to take the morning of the procedure. I got all chatty and goofy, couldn't stand up straight. Went out like a light under general and woke up 1.5 hours later with no perception of the time passage. My memory of leaving the surgeon has no relation to what actually happened, and I promptly called my mom on my cel to tell her I was okay. She still has that voice mail and plays my mumbly, incoherent ranting to her friends for laughs.
Emmett sounds much more like I should've, and I sound like he - stereotypically - could've. :)
next Monday he goes back to school and can tell war stories.
Wanna bet he's the coolest kid in the class?
Our last nurse entered the room asking how he was doing and got an earful of "Well, the problem is this thing in my arm. It really hurts. Okay, maybe only a 3 on a scale of 10, but I drank my Sprite and I think it can come out now."
This really, really does sound like he's doing just fine. I'm so relieved.
Yay for Emmett, coming through with flying colors.
Went out like a light under general and woke up 1.5 hours later with no perception of the time passage.
This was me. Count backwards from ten, they tell me.
"Ten, nine, eight, sev-"
"Okay, you can wake up now."
I'm home.
My apartment didn't get packed while I was gone.
Stoopid packing elves.
Did you leave brownies out for them?