E.R. visit

We had another ER visit. But this time, it wasn't for Kinley, it was for Caleb. Caleb went to work on Friday and originally had to work a double that day which is about a 14+ hour shift. He got there and started to not feel good. He said he felt like he had the flu. He ended up throwing up at work. NO one was able to cover his shift so he was stuck there miserable. Finally when it slowed down some, he went over to his parents across the street and was able to lay down and sleep for a while and was just kind of on call if it got crazy busy. He ended up throwing up 3 more times at his parents house. During, he started getting a migraine. He took some exedrin but it did nothing. His head was killing him. Long story short, he was finally able to get off and was home about 5:30. We didn't know if he had the flu or if he had just had so much stress that his body was just done. I made his request, grilled cheese and tomato soup and he went to lay down in hopes he could sleep off his migraine. It was getting worse and worse. That night when I went to get me and Kinley ready for bed, he had woken up and could barely talk. Light, sound, movement, anything made him just miserable. He's had migraines in the past but they typically will go away after he takes his exedrin or he can usually sleep them off or they'll eventually taper off. He wasn't able to take any more medicine. We tried every at home ways to get rid of it and nothing. I've never seen him so miserable before. Caleb is one that if he is sick, doesn't feel well, uncomfortable, anything, he won't say. So I knew it was bad this go around. He was still throwing up from his migraine and wasn't able to keep liquids down which in turn makes him even more dehydrated and makes the migraine worse. He wanted to sleep in the bathroom since the toilet was right there and he was in and out of the tub. I told him I would take him in just so that he could get some relief but he opted out. There wasn't much more we could do other than go to sleep and hope that he could sleep it off. Well, just ahead of 6 that morning I woke up. I saw my bedroom door open and Caleb literally was slowly crawling to me. I got up, grabbed  him, and I just knew he was absolutely miserable and that I needed to take him in. He's never been taken in to the ER before for his migraines, but this one was just horrible. I told him to just lay there, I'd get everything ready and I'd take him in. I hurried and ate a little breakfast while I was running around grabbing everything we needed to to go. I dressed Caleb, put his socks and slippers on, changed Kinley, grabbed our stuff, Kinley, and walked Caleb to the car. He couldn't even support himself. I was like holding him getting him to the car. I knew it was bad. I took him to the E.R. at EIRMC. They got him in and started an IV. He threw up there too. Poor guy! I felt so bad. The trip was worth it. They pumped him with a couple different nausea meds, a muscle relaxer, iv fluids, and some concoction for his migraine.

I just sat on the chair there and held Kinley the whole time. She of course MAJOR spit up all over her and me, but more so me. She never does that at home. I wiped up what I could and figured, hey, at least I have yet to shower today. What do ya do. Anyway, after they got all the meds in, we were good to go. He felt so much better when we left. Still not super great because he obviously had been throwing up so much. But, he could actually open his eyes, and walk which was great. When we got home, I made him breakfast while he showered, then he went to sleep and rested while I cleaned, washed, did 4 loads of laundry, and disinfected the entire house. Puke makes me feel so germy. Blah. Later, his mom and sister stopped by to drop off some food and to check on Caleb. I hate seeing my boy in pain! It's not fun! He was the most miserable I have ever seen him. Pretty sure we are pro's at this whole hospital thing at this point. And if we now could avoid hospitals, that would be super! Hopefully, life is less stressful, and things can all chill out so we can move on. Today, Caleb is doing much better and I am happy to see my husband back to himself. I love his guts! When things like this happen, it makes me grateful for the health we do have. Tomorrow is Monday which means it's a new week and I am determined to make it a good fresh start!