We're home from a very whirlwind trip to Georgia. Ten hours driving for a two-hour family get-together. And let me tell you, even a Suburban is crowded with five people, their luggage, and two dogs. Sophie and I are glad that's over.
Now I have some awful thing wrong with my back. Very painful lower back. Can't straighten up all the way. Called Dr. W's office. L told me he isn't in today but that she knew he would recommend emergency room. If I'm going to sit in pain, I'd rather sit at home. So I'll go tomorrow and see Dr. M--if he's in. Meanwhile, if I lie down, it doesn't hurt so much, so maybe I can stay prone till I can find a Dr. without having to resort to the horrors of the emergency room.
The last time we went to an emergency room was after V's sleep study (when they gave him ambien and he obviously had a reaction). But we thought he was having a heart attack. Went into emergency room with his blood pressure extremely low and his heart rate extremely high. They made us fill out some papers then told us to have a seat--which we kept for over an hour without anyone saying anything else to us. After that length of time, Vann was back to normal, heartwise and blood-pressurewise. So he said, "I'm going home," and home we went. That's not the first debacle we've had with an emergency room--but it may well be the worst.
Just now, Vann and Phillip have gone to take Amy to the airport so she can fly back to Dallas. Phillip and Carrie will stay until Jan. 3.
All right, I'm going back to the sofa now.
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