Garrick and the Emergency Room

So, here is my story:

Garrick, Natalie, and I were at church a couple of Sunday's ago and Garrick leans over and says that he is not feeling well. He immediately goes pale and has beads of sweat across his forehead. I ask him what is the matter and he says that he is having some really sharp pains in his side and he thinks he is having appendicitis. I look down and he is holding his left side. I ask if it is the left side, he says yes. I tell him that the appendix is on the right side. He Googles this information while in church because, of course, mom knows nothing. After Google confirms that mom is not an idiot, I ask him if he can wait until the end of the first hour, if we get up and leave in the middle....well, it is just not good to do this. He says he thinks he can. About 10 minutes later, he is like, I need to get up and walk around....he does and comes back to sit down and says that he needed to the emergency room. We have like 5 minutes left, I tell him to wait and we will leave as soon as this part is over. He agrees. We leave after the first hour and come home. I take off my dress and immediately lay down. Garrick comes in and says...I need to the emergency room. I say to him that I think he needs to just lay down and relax and we will see how he is in a few hours. He Googles left abdominal pain and comes back upstairs and says that Google says he should be seen right away. I say okay, he leaves, and I throw just a little fit. I don't really feel like an ER visit is warranted. He will be okay...but being the GREAT mother I am, I take him to the emergency room. I do, however, have the foresight to grab my book on the way out.

We get there and it is not too bad. They call Garrick in to triage and get his vitals, etc. When they call him back, he tells me that he does not want me to go back with him. I totally respect this. So, I wait in the waiting room. I wait. I wait. I wait. People come in and they go out. I read. My hips starts to hurt, so I walk around. I sit and read some more. So, I figure we got there around 10:30am and now is it about 3. This really, really sick lady comes in. (Aside note here...I have a really weak gag reflex. It is something that I have always had...I cannot help it. If something looks gross, I will gag. If something smells gross, I will gag. If someone is even talking about something gross, I will gag. When my kids were young and were sick...I usually threw up too. I just don't do stuff like that well.) Anyway, this really sick lady came in; she told them that she had been throwing up all night. She came in and sat right, I mean RIGHT, next to me. I was like oh no. She smelled like throw up --- okay, I am starting to make myself GAG right now!!!. Suffice it to say, I could not sit in there one more minute! I go to the admitting clerk and tell me I need to go back with my son.

So, I go back with Garrick and he is all IVd up and resting comfortably. I sit in there for almost an hour with him. The doc comes in and says the blood work is good and she cannot find any problems with him. DUH!! I should have made him wait it out at home and saved myself $100!! She gives him a prescription for Vicodin (this is actually very good for me! I LOVE Vicodin!). She said that she needed the nurses to come in and do one last set of vitals and then he could be released. I can hear that sick lady down the hall and I tell Garrick that I will have to meet him in the car! Finally, about 15 minutes later, he comes to the car. Fun, fun, fun at the ER on a Sunday afternoon! We get home after 4.

I think Google needs to make this comment on every page "All information, of course, is subject to your mother's opinion." THAT would certainly help me out!