Oh Snap! (And I Don't Mean Snap, Crackle and Pop!)

Cocaine Princess here.

Each time a nurse came out of the ER she would say 'family of XXXX.' I'm waiting on pins and needles for the nurse to say my sister's name and finally one of the nurses that came out said her name.

I get up and walk towards her. The nurse was dressed in teal colored scrubs with yellow duckies all over and was holding a metal clipboard. She had such an emotionless look on her face, like she never smiled a day in her life. I honestly felt as if I was going to collapse. If worse came to worse and I did collapse upon hearing devastating news at least I was in the right place, a hospital. 'You're Miss XXXX next of kin?' she asked. 'Yes,' I replied. 'You're the sister, and your name is?' I told her my name. 'Right this way, follow me.' I followed her going inside the ER filled with doctors and nurses busy doing what they do best. 'Your sister is straight down that hall in cubicle 7,' informed the nurse. 'Thank you,' I said back. I'm walking even slower now and looking at the numbers. 1.....2.....3. I get to cubicle #6 and then #7. I stood outside several minutes holding my breath trying to work the nerve to go inside. My mind was saying walk, walk but my legs wouldn't move until I heard a voice say, 'how long are you going to stand there?' It was A and she was talking. If she was talking it means she's alert and if she's alert, she's conscious! I get inside and she's lying in the hospital bed with a cast on her ankle. I didn't ask any questions first. Instead I gave her a big, big, big hug. 'I was waiting for that,' she said and then asked, 'are you okay?' 'Never mind about me, are you okay? What happened?' 'I broke my ankle,' she answered. 'I can see that. How did you break it?' 'I lost my balance and tripped.' 'What were you doing to make you lose your balance?' I questioned. 'It was recess and all the kids were in the gym because of the rain and I was monitoring my class. It just happened.' 'But why did they transfer you here?' 'I needed a CAT Scan. When I tripped I hit my head.' I went to hug her again and this time I cradled her head in my arms. 'Is your head okay, do they need to keep you here overnight?' 'No, no, I'm fine,' she said back. 'So you can go home, you're clear?' 'The nurse is working on the discharge papers and my prescription is being filled at the pharmacy. As soon as I get those things you can take me home.' I had another question for her. 'How did you know it was me standing outside?' 'By the click-clack sound of your stilettos. Everyone else is wearing running shoes,' she replied.

Remember how I had to pay in coins to get into the parking lot? The same applied to get out. The change I had dumped was still all over the passenger side seat. No toonies and loonies, just quarters and dimes. There were 4 cars ahead of me. The first car, a woman stepped out and knocked on the window of the car behind her. The individual inside rolled down his window and a couple of seconds later handed her something. I'm presuming change in the amount of $3.00. While waiting my turn I took a deep, deep sigh of relief. I was so happy A's injuries weren't life threatening. It's only a broken ankle and like all things in life that break, with a little time it heals and is new again.

I pull up into the front of the hospital and my sister is in a wheelchair with a nurse holding an umbrella over her and an orderly holding a pair of crutches. I popped open the trunk and let the orderly know he could place the crutches in there and then he and the nurse helped A into the car. And the first thing A said, 'why is there change all over the seat?'

On the car ride home A and I were talking and she asked, 'were you scared when you got the call?' 'No I found it amusing. I was laughing throughout the entire ordeal. I was scared straight out of my mind. You know I don't like hospitals.' 'I know you don't,' she said back. 'All they had to say to me was, your sister broke her ankle and is in the ER. Instead this nurse calls and tells me I need to get to the ER asap. I get down there and they have no record of you because they had already transferred you to the other hospital for some test. 'You went to the local hospital first, why?' A asked. 'Because that's where I was told you were but you weren't,' I answered. I then said there was no point in discussing that ordeal anymore. I had located her and everything was fine. She was fine and that's the only thing that really mattered.

We're almost home, when I mean almost I mean two minutes away when I hear a police siren. 'Oh snap!' I said loudly because I knew what I had done. I looked in the rear view mirror and the police lights are flashing and once again I pull over. 'You weren't speeding,' A stated. 'I ran the stop sign,' I said. Another ticket. $110.00

Ten minutes later, I finally get my sister home. As I'm helping her into the house I'm thinking, the prison guard has now become the patient and the patient has become the prison guard. I shall use my powers for evil. Just kidding. The past couple of days she's been a model patient.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

I published several of the comments on my last post and there were also several (aside from the usual batch) that I didn't. Good God I seem to have angered readers for leaving a cliff hanger and they wanted to know why I did. There's a simple explanation. My blog, my post, so there!!
I'll post a pic of A's ankle in the cast as soon as I can. I've been trying to take a picture but she's not allowing me to. Yesterday morning she was on the sofa and I slowly crept up behind her with the camera all ready. 'You're not taking a picture,' she said. 'What do you have eyes in the back of your head?' I asked. 'Yes. It's something given to all who become parents and/or teachers,' she replied.

Don't worry she's been prescribed codeine to deal with the pain. As soon as she's hopped up on it or while she's sleeping I'll sneak in a quick shot. My camera is never out of reach. Kiss, Kiss.-x