Bad start

Yes, it's only past 7:30 AM. But I feel as if I am behind already. Probably because I wasn't up at 5:15 like I have been all week.

Last night I was just sitting on the couch and flipping the channels when someone knocked on my door. It was my former neighbor that moved to the other side of the complex. She said calmly "I had an accident." Then proceeded to show me her right hand. There was a crochet needle about half way through her hand. And the hook end was in the hand (it didn't go through).

She was in denial about how bad she was. She at first asked "Can you take me to the fire station so they can pull it out?"

"Honey, they won't pull it out because it might bleed. I'll take you to the Emergency Room."

So I drove her to the ER and signed her in. I felt that the decent thing to do was to wait until she had been given some pain medicine. She was thinking she'd be going home that night.

The doctors told her flat out that she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Although they took her back pretty quickly, it took two hours to get the IV in and pain meds on board. She didn't make it easy for the doctors (it took four attempts to get the line in), then said she didn't want morphine because it makes her sick. But they finally got her comfortable, and I went to go reassure her roommate that she was in good hands.

But that took me until 9:30. Then I had to take my night medicine (I'll explain later), and wait an hour to kick in before going to bed.