I have come to a profound, perhaps shocking conclusion.....
Are you ready?
I have determined that The Children's Hospital, as nice as it may be, is a slightly stressful environment.
And numerous days in said environment could have an effect on the overall psyche.
I know.....you are shocked.
Today was busy; not stressful but busy. Samantha got her PIC line, (she is doing MUCH better). I didn't fight with a doctor. We even had a tornado warning sending everyone out into the hallways.
Grandma Judi came in to give me a little respite. I am out of toothpaste and I feel that good dental hygiene is important.....so off to Walmart.
I'm waiting for the elevator on the 8th floor with a mom and her teenage son. As we pile into the elevator I think to myself that the son looks a little pale....really pale....vampire pale. I know vampire pale because I just watched New Moon last night.
We head down to the six floor....vampire pale son looks worse.
Fifth floor....his head droops to the side.
Forth floor....the son has passed out.
It all happened so fast. I didn't really realize what was going on until the mother looked at the rest of us, trying to support her son and screams HELP ME!
I don't really know what happened after that. Someone stopped the elevator, I remember holding a part of him as we made it onto the forth floor. I do remember saying we should lay him down and I do remember screaming Call a code!
Call a code is hospital talk for What the *&$%#$!!!!!
I wanted to say call 911! But we're already in the hospital.
Calling a code sounded a bit dramatic to me but really, he had just gone unconscious...out between floor 4 and 5. I no longer take these things lightly.
I kneeled next to him until I realized that when you scream out Call a code! in the hospital, that people take you very, very seriously. We were immediately surrounded by 20 medical people.
Well it's nice to know everyone responds quickly.
Teenage son was now lucid and awake wondering why this crazy lady is next to him.
Teen Son Mom is crying. Teen Son Mom is stressed. They had just gotten discharged and Teen Son passes out in the elevator.
So I start crying....for Teen Son Mom. Because I know where she's coming from. And because I too am stressed.....
and really, the last thing I need in my life right now is people passing out in my elevator. Note to reader.....if you are going to pass out, please stay out of my elevator....at least for a week or two.
I just want to go to Walmart.