Have I told you lately how much I hate hospitals?

No? Well, let me assure you, I do. Doesn't mater if I'm the patient or someone else. The bureaucracy drives me nuts.

Youngest went to the emergency room last night with abdominal pains. We checked in at 7:45. At around 5 AM, we were moved upstairs after a CT scan and ultrasound found no signs of appendicitis or ovarian cysts. She's a mystery.

We've waited almost 2 hours for a tylenol. The doctor assigned is a surgeon and he must have been in surgery because it took that long to get a dose approved. Still haven't seen it though.

Since we're not sure what is going on, we're sitting here waiting. Waiting to see if she gets better or if she gets sicker. So far, there hasn't been much, if any, change. She is now running a slight fever. Points in the appendicitis column despite a negative CT. Her pain level, which is really why we're still here, hasn't changed. Not better. Not worse. So points in the I don't know what the fuck is going on column.

Chances are high that we will be here through at least tonight. I've gotten about 3 hours of sleep, mostly in little cat naps. Hubby is going to stay tonight. Despite not joining us in the ER (he stayed home and did laundry, of all things) he stayed up almost as late as I and is leaving work early since his brain is too fuzzy to focus on work.

Happy, happy. Joy, joy. To top it off, Youngest is a really cranky and non-communicative patient. She just withdraws when she's feeling bad and you have to push her to tell you what's going on. It's frustrated her surgeon enough that he wants her to hold off on the prescribed morphine. Since he wants her conscious and marginally verbal when he sees her.

Any way, that's the latest from my neck of the woods. Some of you have emailed me to let me know comments have not been working. I checked the settings and everything looks okay. I had changed comments to embedded but I changed them back to pop-up. Let me know if that works.