One Foot on a Banana Peel

It’s a mother’s worst (it’s in the top 5, anyway) nightmare.  A phone call from a child away from home saying he is on his way to the emergency room.  That’s what my "baby" boy told me yesterday just as I arrived at work for the afternoon.  Seems he became nauseated at work and then was hit by pain so severe that he could barely walk.  Tim and I were unable to leave work so a quick phone call set Grandma on the road to find the tiny, never-before-heard-of hospital Matt drove himself to.  She arrived a couple of hours and several detours later in a foul mood (from said detours) to find a rather uncaring, inhospitable, and unorganized staff that got treated to a good dose of her indignation by the sounds of things.  Blood tests and a CT scan showed he didn’t have any kinds of stones.  Preliminary guesses leaned toward diverticulosis.

I never did get down there last night because no one seemed to know what was going on, what was wrong or how long Matt would be there.  I wasn’t happy about it, but my mom was there as well as Ashlei so he wasn’t alone and as it turned out, I’d have missed him if I had gone because they transfered him to another hospital as the one he was at had no beds available.

Megan and I went down today and spent most of the day.  He was still in a great deal of pain.  They ran a lot of tests, but the results weren’t back yet when we left.  I did get to talk to his doctor.  He has no idea, but isn’t ruling out the appendix even though Matt’s feeling the pain on the wrong side.  He said that can happen.  A surgeon was supposed to review Matt’s tests tonight and see what he thinks.  Matt’s supposed to call me after that, but I haven’t heard anything yet.

One nice thing to come out of this is that I was able to talk a little bit with Ashlei.  She still doesn’t talk much and not at all until I speak to her first, but it’s getting a little easier.  And she loves my boy.  I have to like her for that reason alone.

UPDATE***I’m heading out in just a little bit for the hospital.  Megan is going.  So is my mom.  Maybe her husband, too.  I’m unclear on that.  Tim had to work, but is going to try to sneak away and come down at some point.  Sometimes I hate his job.  Anyway, not sure what we’ll find.  Ashlei called in the middle of the night and said they’d moved Matt to a private room and put him on a monitor because he was complaining of chest pain.  Anxiety, I’m hoping.  No word about if the surgeon stopped by or what he said.  Send up a few prayers, will you?