Gooey

It's nearly 8pm and it feels like it's at least 3am. I am mentally exhausted.

Tater is, right now as I type, at the hospital in Claremore. It appears that the pain in her leg that has been plaguing her for weeks is indeed a blood clot. I'm no veiny expert, but this is one instance where I can actually say "I told you so". It's been hurting her for quite awhile now. Mom told her that it looked suspicious, I told her I felt 95% sure that's what it was, but did she listen to us marvelously intelligent women? Nope. She just drank more water and popped more aspirin. But when she got in the shower this morning, I guess the red streaks running up her leg scared her into getting it checked out. As soon as the doppler (the medical one, not the one that tracks storms) indicated that a blood clot it was, they plopped her rear into a wheelchair and wouldn't let her get up or leave the clinic.

At this point we're not sure if they will admit her or just send her home with the injections that will make the clot bust up. They wanted to admit her, but the teepee hospital didn't want to take her since she came through the clinic, so they were going to try to get her admitted to the white person hospital in town. But it appears they balked on that one as well. SO they asked her if there was someone that could give her two injections a day over the weekend. Well, by the time the nurse told her she needed to find someone and by the time we both called and finally got hold of those capable of injections, oh, oopsie, it's too late to order the medication. Thus the trip to Claremore tonight. Yeesh. Sometimes that free government medical care is a royal pain in the tush.

Tater's Tots got off the bus here and TotOne is still here. TotTwo and Sam went to Mrs. Coach's house for a sleepover. Mrs. Coach, you are an angel from heaven in my books! Sam burst in the door after school rarin' to go, hollerin' for his sleeping bag and were his Spiderman pajamas in the bag and oh my gosh, I was ready for Mrs. Coach to get here. Well, after Sam left poor TotTwo was stuck here with three girls who were playing dress-up and eyeing him like hungry wolverines after a lame gazelle. He was scared, I could tell. So I called Mrs. Coach and prayed the woman wouldn't mind me inviting my nephew to her son's birthday party. She's awesome because she said, "Bring him on over!" Mrs. Coach, you're my hero. He nearly did a cartwheel when I asked him if he wanted to go. Please, God, let them behave. They're both great apart, it's when you put them together that sometimes it gets hairy. Like last night when Sam called TotTwo a jerk on the bus so TotTwo called him an a*s. Good times.

All three girls have kept themselves occupied by dressing up in countless dress-up outfits and even clothes from their closet. Oy, I haven't even looked at the bedroom. There is no telling what condition that room is in right now. Right now they are eating pop-tarts and I am gearing them down for bed.

I've tried to keep the phone lines open all evening, but by golly I'm stressed so I'm blogging. I've got the cell phone right here so I can immediately call back anyone who tries to get through. This is where DSL would come in handy.

My father the RN said that the clinic overreacted by sticking her in a wheelchair and essentially scaring the crap out of all of us, that they were just covering their butts, but still it's scary. I could tell from Tater's tone of voice that she's scared. Our mom and dad have both had blood clots, Memaw had a leg removed due to poor circulation and had multiple blood clots throughout her life, and her father as well had them. Plus Mom's brother has had them. Pretty much, we're battin' a thousand in the circulation department . You'd think that two women with that kind of family history would be skinny. I guess we're gamblers. I'm not really making light of it, just trying to keep myself from chain smoking, thus adding to my risk of my own personal blood clot.

So now I have my MP3 player on - of course I have to listen to it through my durn Discman headphones, rather than the ultra cool ear buds because ya know I have deformed ears or something - trying to allow the sounds of John Lennon's "Imagine" and Billy Joel's "Just the Way You Are", Kanye's "Gold Digger" and Prince's "Cream" to keep my mind off of things. So far it's not working.

If you're a praying person, please send a few up for the Tater tonight. Pray for non-gooey blood and a speedy recovery.