Christmas And Hospitals Just Don't Go Well Together....

As you know, our daughter came home on crutches due to an ankle injury. Yesterday, she went to my orthopedic surgeon who promptly sent her to the hospital for more x-rays because he thought the pain she has was caused by a blood clot. Sure enough, at the hospital, they told her she did indeed have a blood clot. Then, we had to get her in to see our wonderful GP doctor. She was still at his office at 6:30 PM. He then told her that he wanted her in the hospital so they could give her the Hepacin or Heparin or whatever the heck it's called (blood thinner) through an IV. We were so lucky that he is on call for the holidays.

The sad thing is that she cannot eat anything high in potassium, which translates to NO pumpkin pie, no twice baked potato casserole, and no alcohol. I can't begin to tell you how thrilled she is about all this. I just keep telling her that she's lucky to be alive at this point. While I'm sure she doesn't want to hear it, that is the reality of it.

So, by 7:30 PM she was safely ensconced at the hospital, in a private room no less. The tears began. She was not happy. Mainly because last night was the big costume party, which we all missed. But, that's life, isn't it? She probably would have gone to the party if she had not been admitted to the hospital, so I personally feel that it was a good thing. If the blood clot had dislodged it could have killed her, which is something a bullet proof 23 year old finds difficult to believe.

While Mr. Snoots was busy getting our daughter checked into the hospital I drove out to the airport to fetch elder son. Once I had collected him, we went up to the hospital to see the daughter. She was, of course, throwing a fit over being there so I had to tell her to *can it*. Which she cannot do (oh dear, she really is too much like me). Perhaps she has my claustrophobia issues as well.

Sometime before she graduated from college, Snooty Daughter learned that she she could cry and throw fits to get her way, which works a great deal of the time (not with us though). However, it did not work this time. She called this morning wanting to come home (hey, it's Christmas Eve, right?) and crying. We told her that she could not leave until the doctor releases her. Hello. It's been that way since the beginning of time.

So, then our wonderful doctor called and said he was ready to release our baby. He gave instructions to go by his office and pick up the prescription, then get it filled at Wallgreen's. We will probably see her sometime late this afternoon. Wallgreen's takes their sweet time and is always backed up on filling prescriptions. I have a good friend who is a nurse that is going to come by and give SD the shots (in her stomach, no less). I can't do and I know she can't. God knows Mr. Snoots can't either.

The thing I'm really angry about is the fact that her idiot doctor in California dropped the ball completely. She could have died and he should have known there was something going on with her having so much pain. At the very least, he should have given her a *boot cast*, which she finally got yesterday from my orthopedist. This girl has the highest threshold for pain of anyone I've ever known. Anyway, now she has to find another doctor out in L.A. and our doctor didn't have anyone he could suggest (I honestly thought they all knew each other). So, if anyone knows of a good GP in L.A. please let me know. I don't want her going to another crackpot.

So, she must have two shots of Hepacin every day and on Friday she has to go have more blood work done and then see our doctor again. Fun, fun, fun till the Doctor took her freedom away....

Anyway, I hope everyone is having a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS and avoid blood clots at all costs!