So my easter didn't go to plan. I was convinced by Chrissy that I needed to call the ER and see what I needed to do about Saturday mornings SI. I called, and they were not concerned about me passing out. They were concerned about the fact I'd exposed tendon. Which honestly, I don't normally worry about because I've exposed it on numerous occasion. The registered nurse I spoke with was not reassuring at all. She told me that I needed to go into the Emergency Room ASAP, and that I definitely not drive myself. She kept going on about permanent damage to my wrist. I was positive I didn't want my gran taking me. It took Chrissy kicking my *** to make me go.
At first I rang Greg and see if he would take me. But it was 6:30 in the morning. His phone was off so I left a message. Then it occured to me to try my godmother. She answered straight off and within 15 minutes she was in my driveway. I left quietly so my gran would not wake up. We get to the hospital around 7, and it was a ghost town in there. There was only one other person in the waiting room. I was seen straight off and the entire staff was incredibly kind to me. The only thing that really bugged me was that they were constantly asking me if I was suicidal. I understand since 1) it was self-inflicted and 2) on my wrist, that they had to ask. But over and over and over again. The nurse I spoke to on the phone asked, the woman at the admissions desk asked, the nurse who took my vitals asked, the doctor asked a number of times, and then the nurse who dressed it asked a good bit as well. I swear I was asked over a dozen of times.
I didn't do any damage to the tendon, which I am very grateful for. The doctor didn't stitch me up because it had been 20 hours since the injury and it was already starting to close up. He said he wished to avoid infection. I am to come back on Wednesday for them to do a dry closure or delayed closure. Something along that line. He also gave me a psych consult. I am to call them by tomorrow and set something up. But I'll have to ask for a referal to someone closer. The one they gave me is a two hour drive, and I've never been there before. And that would make my driving anxiety go off the rails.
He was also incredibly insistant that I was not to be left alone. And seeing as my gran was asleep my godmother said she'd take me over to her house. I'd hate to think what they would have done if she hadn't offered or she wasn't there. The way all the staff was acting, I'm pretty sure I might have been admitted. I quite liked them all, even if they did seem a bit clueless really, The nurse that did my dressing did get on my nerves a bit. She was like, "If you ever feel like cutting yourself just think that I told you not to" Yes, like that will do any good whatsoever. Oh the don't do it approach. If it was that simple, I wouldn't have been in there. Oh and she also gave me a tetanus booster because I couldn't remember if I was current.
So after I was discharged (discharge said: laceration, and self-destructive behaviour. Some reason that struck me as odd, the wording of it.) at 9am I spent the day over at my godparents Don and Linda. Linda was really great about the whole thing, which I was so incredibly grateful for. And she gave me some really really good advice. And we talked about my gran, and my godsister and all the drama that's been going on. We swung by my house picked up my jacket and my LotR extened DVDs that I was going to give Don.
I really really enjoyed the time with Don. I haven't been around too horribly much since graduating high school. And all the drama with Kelsey (my godsister) has made his MS sooo much worse. He's having trouble remembering people. And when I walked in he knew me and his face lit up and said my name. Made the crap day and made it better. So I was there from about 9:30 to 3pm. She had wanted me to call into work and have me sleep over, but I just couldn't do it. We were short staffed, and I'd have lost my holiday pay. So she took me home at 3 so I could get some sleep and go to work. I get home and my gran was still fast asleep, she'd no idea I'd been gone all moring and half the afternoon. So added bonus.