Not Again!!

My how time can fly! I can't believe it's been so long since I posted. We have had some adventures in the last couple weeks. We elected to stay home the week after Father's Day to prep for the kids and I going to my Dad's family reunion the following weekend. Also, our friends Matt and Ann (Ginny's other parents) were spending the night with us on their way home from a visit to Kentucky. As it wound up, my parents came in late that night as well and we had so much fun! Matt and Jayme and Daddy were talking and laughing long after the rest of us had gone to bed. We all ate a big breakfast the next morning and talked and laughed some more, planning all the while of doing it again very soon.
Mom, Daddy, the clones and I had a great trip to Lake Texoma for Daddy's reunion. It wasn't as big a group as it usually is. There was one whole wing of the family who didn't come due to the declining health of the patriarch of that branch. Another wing had a recent death and many of them were still attending to that family. The rest of us made the best of it and visited and laughed and ate. We played BINGO and bought raffle tickets and came home with new "treasures."
While we were away, Jayme reported having some stomach problems reminiscent of last summer's Typhlitis episode, but with no fever...yet. When we got back home on Sunday things had not changed, so Jayme asked me to make him an appointment for Monday afternoon with his doctor to see what might be happening. His doctor was afraid it was his appendix, just like they originally thought last year and that meant he needed to go to the hospital for an abdominal ct scan. Of course, it was after 5 pm by this time so that meant the ER. At first Jayme was going to drive himself and we were to stay home unless or until he called us to come down. Then I took his temperature and he had gone from a normal temp at the doctor (98.4) to a 100.1 in just over an hour. So I insisted on driving him and he insisted that we just drop him off and he would call us to come back for him. I was very reluctant about this but I also didn't relish the thought of 3 kids running around a crowded ER. So I did what he asked me to.
He sent me texts regarding the hellacious overcrowding of the ER that afternoon and was very glad we had not stayed. The woman next to him was vomiting, another person was bleeding and he was pretty sure one patient had died. The ER beds were full so it took 3 1/2 hours before he was seen. Then another 1 1/2 hours to drink the contrast dye for the scan. The surgeon came in around 1:30 am and said he wanted Jayme's appendix and he thinks it should have come out last year. He said, "I'm free for the next two hours and could have you on the table in 15 minutes since you haven't eaten anything in almost 24 hours" (he had no appetite).
So off to surgery he went! I won't get into how horrible I felt that he was all alone up there. Suffice it to say, I didn't sleep very well. The recovery room nurse called around 3:40 and told me Jayme was waking up, things went well. They had to do an "open" procedure instead of a laproscopic one. I still don't know why. Jayme was in some pretty severe pain upon waking up and they gave him morphine and vicodin with little effect. Jayme called me around 6:30 and told me he didn't want us to come until his pain was under control. He didn't want the kids to be scared. He would call us when he was ready for us. That was hard too.
He did end up calling us around 9:30 to come on up. It was awful seeing him in such distress. The surgeon told him his appendix had a rupture in it, it was black and shrivelled and he reiterated it should have come out last year. He said Jayme's immune system is a marvel and a lot of other people might have died with the same thing going on inside them.
Every time someone came in to check on Jayme they were asking him if he was ready to go home. What the WHAT?!? He could hardly get up to go to the bathroom! How can he possibly go home? They told him that the more he got up and walked around, the better he would do, so he did. It was tough. As the day wore on and he walked a little farther we discussed whether or not he thought he would go home that day. At first he was saying no. Just after I ordered his dinner tray, he made a rather dramatic turn. He LOOKED better; more alert, more calm, more in control. He walked all the way down the hall and back. He asked the nurse if he was still able to go home. She went to get the paperwork.
He told me he just wanted to be home with us. It was hard for him to see how the hospital room seemed to frighten Raley. He felt like it made the kids think he was sicker than he was. So after he ate his dinner, we loaded up for home. We had a prescription for his pain meds and decided rather than driving as far in the opposite direction, we would just go home and get his scrip filled at our local store. If we hurried we would make it just in time. I ran in and dropped it off then walked over to get a few groceries. They paged me back to the pharmacy. The pharmacist (eyeing me in a funny way) said, "I can't fill this because there is no name on it." WHAT? She showed me the thing. Sure enough in the patient name spot: NOTHING! "This is a controlled substance, and it has to have a name on it." Then I understood the look. She thought I was a junkie looking to score. AWESOME.
I told her I would call and try to get it straightened out. My phone wasn't in my purse. That helped her view of me...NOT! I ran out to get my phone, told Jayme what was going on, called the number on the form. It was an answering service. I explained the issue and the on-call doctor called me back. He was an ASSHOLE, acting like I just couldn't read the damn thing. I told him there WAS NO NAME ON THE FORM and he said, "oh." He asked for the pharmacy's phone number so he could call it tin and...it had closed. He told me I had to give him a number he could call. I told him I would have to find an open store. He told me to call back. ASSHOLE
I took Jayme and the kids home and looked up the nearest open pharmacy online. Then called the effing answering service again and they relayed the number to the doctor who called it in. Then I drove 20 minutes back into town to get to the pharmacy where the scrip was filled with no problems. I was still shaking and upset from the mean pharmacist at the other store. I know people try to pull shit like that on them but this is my hometown, local, often used pharmacy. I guess I expected her to recognize me and be a little more understanding. Oh, well. Now I'll be too afraid to use that pharmacy for a while.