It’s 2 am, let’s get dinner
Monday, July 30th, 2007Thursday last week just as Theresa was getting ready to leave for class, she began to wince in pain - serious pain - from her upper abdomen. After the fifth time in ten minutes with the pain increasing, we rushed out the door for the hospital.
The world has a cruel sense of humor & it was in prime form. Six PM in Los Angeles means that highway is a synonym for parking lot. As such we took the streets & managed to literally hit every red light from our apartment to St. Joseph’s.
With no idea what was wrong nor any idea how long we would be there, we called Brandi to come get JJ & take him back to the apartment. Reliable as she always is, Brandi dropped everything, arrived faster than lightening & whisked JJ away so I could concentrate on Theresa.
Theresa’s room, or rather cubicle, (is there a word for the hospital rooms which are not really rooms, but 3 sided spaces with a curtain for “privacy”?) had a television with cable which was great, but the channel up button did not work & surfing through 60 channels in a unilateral direction becomes a bit tedious especially when you realize you just passed the channel you wanted to watch. Most of the evening passed with me making jokes about how I am going to bag Angelina Jolie if Theresa dies, watching Adult Swim on Cartoon Network & watching one of the greatest movies ever, Under Siege (though the good parts were edited out for television - no sarcasm there - I love that movie). During the periods when Theresa was being tested or sleeping, I spent the entire life of my cell phone’s battery playing Inca Quest.
Long story short….4 hours after arriving, an ultrasound showed no soft tissue problems meaning it was either a broken rib or a contusion (which I have now learned is really hospital-ese for “mysterious unknown pain someplace in the body”). The doctor said, if we wanted to be patient they could do an x-ray to see if it was a broken rib & we would be out the door in 30 minutes. Figuring the night was already blown, we decided to go for it.
Thirty minutes later, the x-ray technician told us he inadvertantly x-rayed Theresa’s lungs & heart instead of her ribs. An hour later (1:45 am), we finally got the result that it was a chest contusion either from an impact or strenuous coughing.
Driving home, both exhausted & relieved, we weighed our options for dinner. Taco Bell or Mels? As Brandi was waiting for us to get home so she could go home herself, we opted for the Taco Bell drive-thru.
As we finally sat for dinner, I said to Theresa, “Just think of this whole thing as a creepy, emotional wrought date night. We had a night out without JJ, watched a movie, & then got dinner.”