March 1, 2015, my son fell and severed an artery in his arm. That day we took 2 ambulance rides, one to the closest ER, then a second to a Children’s hospital. We spent a total of 12 hours in emergency rooms that day. The doctor gave him 12 stitches and sent us home. We were exhausted and starving. My husband stopped at a fast food restaurant and bought us some food. I should have checked the food before we pulled out, but I didn’t. By the time we got home, I was so hungry… I looked in the bag and mine wasn’t in there. By that time I was so emotional I wanted to cry over stupid fast food not being in the bag. It wasn’t because I was that hungry, it was just another blow to the long ass day. I survived and ate an apple. It wasn’t what I had my heart set on, but it worked and then I went to bed. I finally drifted to sleep, then the phone rang. It was my grandpa, he said he had fallen head first into a brick wall, had a gash on his head and a headache, and his neck hurt. HOLY SHIT, NOT AGAIN. I knew right away that when I got there I would have to call 911 and take yet another ambulance ride. I was right, I cleaned up his head, called 911 and waited. I opted to drive myself to the hospital, because I knew no one would come to the hospital if I told them my grandpa was there. I was right, no one showed up. We sat in the ER waiting for the Dr. to come in and access him. It took FOREVER for them to xray him, clean his head and super glue the wound. The Dr. came back and asked if my gpa had ever had a neck injury before, he said yes. He had fallen out of a two story window and broke his neck 30 years before. The Dr. decided that it was an old fracture and wanted to send home. My grandfather said no, he wanted to stay, he didn’t feel comfortable being at home after a head injury. They reluctantly kept him. I waited until he got a room, he got settled, they brought him food and I left so I could go get some sleep. By this time I was sleep deprived and STARVING. I stopped at yet another fast food restaurant, they were out of my favorite item, so I opted to just go home and eat dinner that my husband had made. I got home, food was GONE. Lol, I know this sounds babyish, but damn it, I was HUNGRY and the last 2 days SUCKED. No one was there for me to complain to and no one wanted to go get me food.
Over the next 2 months, my grandpa and I spent 2-3 days a week in and out of the ER and doctors offices trying to find out the source of his constant headache/neck pain. In between his dr appointments and ER visits, I was trying to squeeze in doctor appointments and physical therapy appointments for my son. He required so many dr. appointments and physical therapy appointments that I didn’t know if I was coming or going. No where in those months did ANY of my other family members volunteer to help. FINALLY, I think his general practice doctor was tired of seeing him almost everyday, that he sent him to a neck specialist. We saw the specialist and he took a special xray and determined that in fact, the neck was newly broken and needed to be taken care of ASAP. He had been walking around with a C2 fracture of his neck. WTF… had that bone moved, he could have died, been paralyzed…UGH. It was a shit storm that hasn’t quit.