Never a dull moment...

Here I sit in my living room, with a pounding headache and 7 staples in my scalp, typing out a post to fill you guys in on the never ending drama of Plum Frost Dr.

It all started around 2:00 this afternoon. I went to my doctor to have a small, in-office procedure performed. After all was said and done, the doctor warned me that I may feel a little dizzy and to sit tight for at least 2-3 minutes. Not wanting to cause any harm (ahem) I did as I was told. About 30 seconds after he and the nurse left the room, it began to spin. I remember putting my head in my hands and, the next thing I know, 3 people are standing over me calling my name.

"Where am I, and what the heck just happened??" I was so confused. I opened my eyes to see my doctor and two nurses, and pool of blood on the floor beside me. "Where's Ethan?" I thought I had fallen asleep and was worried I wasn't taking care of my baby. Then I hear them talking about trying to get me onto a chair. I wasn't really having any of that and opted to stay on the floor. "Where is the blood coming from? Am I OK?" About that time, I feel them rooting around my scalp. It hurts like hell and I have the worst headache. They inform me that I've cut my head and it's bleeding pretty bad. My doctor tells me I'll need staples and arranges for me to get to the ER at Rex.

(Let me take a second to tell you that Jeramie is at feeding therapy with Ethan at this point. I talked to him while I was still pretty out of it and managed to tell him to meet me at the hospital.)

Fast forward a couple of hours and we're in Room 10 of the Rex ER. The doctor there confirms that I'll need staples, and also tells me I'm suffering from a mild concussion. She orders an x-ray and CT scan just to make sure everything looks OK and gives me 3 super-powered Ibuprofen to help with the pain. The x-ray showed major stiffness in my neck, which is to be expected considering I fell from the exam table (about 2.5 feet high), but the CT scan looked clear. Thank God! She shot me up with Lidocaine (which hurt MORE THAN my epidural during labor, might I add) and proceeded to close up my scalp with 7 staples. I was given a prescription for some painkillers, a few discharge instructions, and sent on my way.

Seriously?!

We're at home now, and thanks to Mandy and my wonderful mother-in-law Ethan was, in fact, well taken care of during this whole ordeal. Of course the cut is smack-dab in the natural part of my hair, so it's a little difficult to hide all the staples. That should make for some interesting looks over the next 7-10 days ... but probably not as interesting as carrying a feeding pump around Target.

Like I said, there's never a dull moment.