Emergency rooms

We're on the mend! The sneezing, sniffling and coughing are almost a thing of the past. Yahoo!

And my toe is much better. Maybe it wasn't broken after all. Just massively stubbed. Did I mention I have a seriously low pain tolerance? Good thing I didn't go to the emergency room. :)

Speaking of emergency rooms, here is a blog that Rob wrote today that made me laugh...
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so- a couple of months ago, i came back from lunch thinking, "OW! my chest hurts!"
it hurt so bad I went home for the day. i took a bunch of advils and went to sleep.
i woke up at like seven and i was still in massive chest pain.
deanna called the help nurse and they thought i might have heart arrhythmia-
they thought i should come in right away.
but i didn't.
i went back to sleep- hoping it was some sort of asthma attack or something that would go away.
i woke up at 2am- STILL having chest pains. i was a little scared- was this a heart attack?
i drove myself to the ER.
i was the only one there.
it still took forever.
they hooked me up to a heart machine, but my heart looked fine.
they listened to my lungs, but they sounded fine.
they kept asking me, "from one to ten, how bad is your pain?"
i would say "like 5- but its chest pain, isn't that a bad thing?"
so they got a doctor to see me. he was super cool.
he asked me all of the questions that the nurses asked me and listened to my heart just like they did.
then he asked, "umm, can I poke you in the ribs?"
"go for it" I said. and he did.
i said "AAAACK! WHOA! what the HECK WAS THAT?!"
he asked me "did you lift anything today?"
and I was like "I DID!"
I was in our cluttery youth closet and there was a table that i wanted that was against the wall.
I didn't want to clear a path to the wall, so I reached over:
kajabi-ropes,
earth balls,
hockey sticks,
water balloon launchers,
un-mixed-jell-o,
cart with seats attached to them,
and fog machines to get to it.
then I lifted the heavy table over all of the clutter
and in mid-lift I thought to myself,
"I think I hurt myself."
and I did.
I pulled a little muscle in between my ribs-
hence the level 5 pain-
no asthma-
no heart arrhythmia or heart attack-
just a tiny pulled muscle.


ok- fast forward to today.
my little girl is a dare-devil.
she doesn't care if she is being thrown 10 feet in the air
or swung around by her ankles or wrists-
its all good. she's wild.
so today I was swinging her around in her room and
PINCH!
that little rib muscle ripped again-
"AAAAAAAH!"
I screamed and handed her to deanna-
I slowly dropped the the ground face down-
"OWWWW!" "I'M IN PAIN!" I yelled-
i was hamming it up a little-
chris farley style.
janie was laughing from the spinning- and seeing me writhe in pain sent her into hysterics-
and if you've ever heard a 2-year old bust up laughing- its hilarious-
the instant cure for depression.
its funnier than laughing gas.
so then deanna started laughing hysterically- all the while, yours truly on the ground in semi-agony.
"deanna- stop laughing at me! I'M IN PAIN!" i said-
"i…can't…stop!"
"janie…is…cracking…me…up!" said deanna with tears in her eyes.
so deanna was cracking up-
which made janie laugh until she was snorting
and it all made me moan louder and bang my feet against the floor.
so in the end,
my hurt rib-muscle led to a funny memory.
the end?