We enter the Hospital, get settled in and it is now 3 pm and I head to the local store for drinks and snacks. Just before I left for the store I noticed a contest on FB through a local store. The person that leaves the last comment at the end of the contest (no time given) wins this large antique nativity. So, I decide what the heck. Let me just say that, there were five of us, leaving comments off and on for four hours. It was so funny. We were the same five, with one additional person here and there. One lady in particular, Karen was saying what a rough week she was having and she really needed it, her underlying tone was playful, so I put in (remember people I have a weird sense of humor) that mine was worse because my kid is in the hospital. (this was also another chance to share our story via the blog, so I put that information in there as well.). She read it and immediately said "I don't REALLY need it", and I replied with "me neither, I'm just using the sympathy vote". I did get a very sweet message from Karen, as she too has a 17 year old and it touched her heart. The fun part was that the five of us started getting silly. I was in Walmart and hadn't put my name in for awhile, so someone said "where's Sabrina?" I , of course having this all on my cell phone answer "lost in Walmart", Karen responds "attention Walmart shoppers, please find Sabrina and show her the exit.` I respond "I see a light Karen, should I go into it?" her response "No, I don't think you should." Others had similar responses and it not only made the time go by, but allowed me the luxury of laughing, yes out loud in the middle of walmart. I didn't give a damn who was watching me! At some point we were putting down each others names to be the winners, the President of the store posted the rules stating "the person who wins MUST show ID"... yadayadayada....Unfortunately someone marked us ALL (5 of us ) as spam and we all got either warnings from FB or were blocked! We had all teased of visitation and when we discovered it was "one of our own" that won, my comment to him was "we will all meet and expect a custody arrangement to be made." Through all of this, I have met a new friend. Karen and I are now FB friends and thanks to a silly contest, had a wonderful afternoon.
Once finished ( a couple of hours later), in the store, I met with Rhonda in Zack's room. I drop off the goodies for him and his dinner and Rhonda and I head down to the cafeteria for dinner. As we head downstairs to the 2nd floor I see a family in the corner of the Pediatric ICU waiting area. All of a sudden I realize they are the in laws of my former boss, Lisa. Though I didn't leave work on the best of terms ( I quit after having a breakdown and she didn't understand) I still can feel for their misfortune. I went up and gave the mother, sister and father a hug. They are there waiting for news of their great granddaughter (26) who was in a head on collision with her 6 month old in the car. I found around lunch today (Wednesday) that the baby suffered a broken leg and the mother needed surgery on her arm. Both mother and baby are expected to make full recoveries. My meal was horrible, dried up roast beef, so I ate the roll as Rhonda devoured her sushi (which she said was fantastic!) Once finished , we said our goodbyes and I headed back up to Zack. They were just getting him ready for chemo treatment at 8 pm. I had fallen asleep before him and when I woke up at midnight, he was still up on the computer, with the lights on and TV blaring. I told him he needed to get to sleep and change (he was still in his long pants, belt and even his boots). He snapped to which I snapped right back and said "not your punching bag!!" He immediately after changing gave me a big hug and apologized. He then explained that every time he moves his legs hurt from the burns. My heart sank, am I helping him or hindering? I tried to explain that perhaps wearing his shorts instead of long pants would help his legs heal faster, less material rubbing his legs. He agreed and thanked me. Within minutes, he was sound asleep, as was I.
Zack returned from his therapy saying "they broke the machine." We had to go and use another one. Of course the joke for the rest of the day was "YOU broke the machine?" Dr. Scothorn came in and checked out his burns (Zack didn't want Donna .. daytime nurse to check him, he is embarrassed). Doc S. said everything looked good. He too is not worried about more burning.
Jessica offered to work for me this morning, so I took her up on her offer. I get a text at lunch (around the time I was heading out to work the afternoon shift) and Jess is offering to continue to work the afternoon shift. Feeling worse I call her and make sure she really can and that Doc Steve is okay with that. Doc Nancy is out of town visiting her mother and I already felt weird about missing the morning. Her response, Yes I can and Doc says it is just fine!! Something inside just gave in and I finally thanked her and said I will come by and close tonight and get everything ready for the morning. I call Rhonda to meet for a quick lunch (she only has an hour and I didn't want to eat at the hospital again), we meet and once she heads back to work, I see go back to the Hospital and chill until 5:30 when I decide it is time to head home.
Zack had fallen asleep in the chair with his hands holding up his face. Before I left I helped him to the couch (torture chamber), get him covered up and kiss him goodbye. His face is flush so as I'm heading out the door I ask Donna (daytime nurse) to please check his temperature. She gives me a big hug goodbye and tells me to take care of myself. It isn't moments later that I can't hold the tears in anymore. I am exhausted, sad and an emotional mess right now. I know not feeling well is not helping at all, so I decide to just get my butt home and in bed.
As I head home I call my Mom/ Brother and he calms me down a bit, as he is always does. I talk with Jessica and thank her for working and just as I'm pulling into the drive, Doc Steve is checking to make sure everything is okay. He isn't feeling 100% so he says "we will do the best we can tomorrow, get some rest.". Once in the house I throw in a couple of loads of Hospital laundry, Zack is going through clothes right now with changing of bandages and is already short for the week. I sort through the mail, hug my little Sidi who is glad I'm home, but confused about the "others" not being here.
I call Frank to see is Zack did indeed have a fever and he says "no, it's all okay, rest." So, here I am finishing up a blog that has taken me three days to complete. I am glad to be home, but can't wait to be back with my "baby" tomorrow night after work. We are reminded constantly to, "count how many are left and you will feel better", not really!!! We are very busy making it just day by day, it's hard to look ahead or behind, we are here today and we must make today as easy as possible on Zack, tomorrow is yet to come. Of course, that's how I feel today, tomorrow maybe I'll be less pissy!!! (smile)