Not Your General Hospital

I can't believe it's already Thursday.

We spent a better part of the day in the Emergency room yesterday and you know how time flies in a Hospital.

Wyatt continues to get worse and yesterday was horrible.

I decided to move one of the adjustable beds into the living room for him so he could get off the couch. He can't sleep in his water bed because it's impossible for him to get in and out of it.

Moving the bed out required that I first move the couch to the other end of the room so Wyatt would have to sit in a chair while the moving took place.

There were tears running down his face the entire time and he was gasping in pain.

I had called my pediatricians office at 9:00am to get some relief for him.

They called me back around 10:30 and then never returned my call with any solutions.

Mind you, the good doctor that we had seen last Saturday was off yesterday and it was the stinky foot gym loving doctor who was on call.

I decided to do something that I knew was wrong.

I gave him a Vicoden.

And then I called my Mom.

My Mom said it was time we went to the Hospital.

We went.

Wyatt had to ride in the car laying down in the back seat because his hips hurt to much to sit.

To say the least he's lost his bend.

At the Children's Hospital in Portland they have valet parking.

You pull in, a guy runs out to assist you out of your car

(in our case with a wheelchair.)

We walked in, I checked Wyatt in and before I even had a chance to sit down they wheeled him into pediatric emergency and within three minutes of that he was in an exam room with a nurse waiting to take all of our information.

From the time we pulled in to the time we saw a doctor was under 15 minutes.

Amazing.

They did more blood work, gave him some more pain meds to break the pain cycle, and did a bunch of physical examination.

In the end, they said we needed to follow up with the JRA specialist, keep him off his feet and keep him comfortable with pain medication.

So, now Wyatt is in a bed in the living room, using a wheelchair to go to the bathroom and we are counting the days until we see the specialist.

Good times on the Farm.

Anyone want to mow my lawn?