"monkey, can you pick me up from work?" asked g.
"what? what's wrong? what time is it?" i replied, trying to get my bearings.
"i need to go to the hospital. i cut myself with a wine glass and i need stitches."
my heart immediately stops at the thought of the severity of the cut. and then my heart begins to bound. get out of bed, put your shoes on, jump in the car and hurry your butt over to g. the nurse in me tries to stay calm, but all i can envision is a sliced finger, open to air, bleeding profusely with g's blood pressure dropping dangerously low.
i finally arrive to g's work, where he is standing outside with his manager and a wrapped middle finger. phew, he is alert! and stable! g jumps into the car and we head to the emergency room for treatment.
when we pull up, we are relieved by the sight of a desolate waiting room. you always hear about crowded emergency rooms, people with all ailments waiting to be seen. nope, not in our case. 12:30 am and we are checking in!
one hour passes, we're still waiting.
one-and-a-half hours pass, and g gets called in for an x-ray. then we are led back to the waiting room for more waiting.
two hours pass and we're still there. waiting. eyelids dropping with every effort to stay awake. with the tiredness comes the irritability. what the hell does it take to be seen? does g have to faint to get some attention? and lady over there, sit your ass down because i am tired of watching you walk back and forth!
by 3 am, g is finally seen by a physician. apparently, the delay in treatment is attributed to the ambulance after ambulance of sick people coming in. and because it is in fact an emergency room, priority treatment lies with them. after a deep wound cleanse, lidocaine injections, and six stitches, g is released...at a whopping 4 am! exhausted, we fly home and jump into bed, wrapped finger and all.
thinking about last night, i realize how important g is in my life. how it scares me that in an instant, accidents can happen. that i never want to see him in pain and that i would do anything to be by his side during uncomfortable situations. during those long hours of waiting, i wanted him to know i would never leave. i wanted him to feel my touch and feel some relief. because i know that's what i would feel if the tables were turned.
we both understand full and well the dangers of the kitchen, and now we have even more appreciation for safety and care. and let's be honest, it is NOT worth the hassle of sitting around in a damn waiting room!
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