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In our last episode, Luke was in the ER with a nasty thing in his throat. Team Lady Doctor and the terrifying Doctor Z were stabbing him in the throat with needles. Luke's miserable. Me, Aunt Addie and Becca are there, alternately bored, grossed out and concerned.
Luke's naturally pretty skinny. Add to that the gaunt, dark eyed look of someone who's sick and hasn't slept all weekend. Swallowing hurts like a bitch, so they give him a suction-thingy like the one at the dentist. Luke now sits and pokes the sucky thing around his mouth to clean out the blood, saliva and mucus. It's making these wet slurping hissing noises. Combined with the sickly look of Luke and the rasping of the sucker he's doing a respectable impression of Gollum from Lord of the Rings. He's in a bad mood and refuses to indulge me by saying "My Precious!"
No one seems to be able to find the nasty thing in Lukes neck, so we head up to Radiology for a CT scan. Luke sits miserably in a wheelchair, drooling into a pan with an IV in him. Addie looks annoyed that Luke is not being immediately attended to. She keeps glancing into the scan room and at one point mutters "If she was as interested in doing her job as she was in talking about the tickets she got for 'Bring in da Noise, Bring in da Funk' we would be done by now." If you work in any service industry, don't piss aunt Addie off. She can be your worst nightmare.
After the scan we head back down to the emergency room. We spend a good two hours as people look at Luke, look at the X-rays, and look at Luke again. The verdict: a 3cm sized infected abcess behind his right tonsil.
Finally Team Lady Doctor decides to have a go at sucking the evil pus out of the thing. First off Luke gets his throat numbed with some kind of spray. He describes the flavor as "artificial banana and gasoline". I think we have hit on a new flavor of ice cream for Jakes.
After they each try and fail to get to this thing, they call back the fearsome Doctor Z. Doctor Z manages to go in just north of the numbed area, so Luke's in whining, moaning, gurgling, agony. Just when I think he can't take it anymore, Doctor Z pulls out holding a syringe the size of my thumb full of icky yellow pus. Lots of it. Like a shotglass full. I may not have the IQ, training, discipline or skill to be a doctor, but I sure have the stomach for it. I look at this evil goo and my inner 10 year old thinks "COOL!"
Luke finally gets released about half an hour later. Becca takes him home while I head to Kroger to fill his perscriptions and shop for soft foods. I go back and remember my freshly pierced tounge days as I purchase oatmeal, applesauce, Jello and the like.
I drop off the supplies and Luke has already passed out on the couch. Oh well, he can enjoy the percocet tomorrow.
PS. I dropped $200 on medicine and food for Luke yesterday. So Christmas presents may not be in the plan for anyone anymore. I'll get you next year. :)
Luke's naturally pretty skinny. Add to that the gaunt, dark eyed look of someone who's sick and hasn't slept all weekend. Swallowing hurts like a bitch, so they give him a suction-thingy like the one at the dentist. Luke now sits and pokes the sucky thing around his mouth to clean out the blood, saliva and mucus. It's making these wet slurping hissing noises. Combined with the sickly look of Luke and the rasping of the sucker he's doing a respectable impression of Gollum from Lord of the Rings. He's in a bad mood and refuses to indulge me by saying "My Precious!"
No one seems to be able to find the nasty thing in Lukes neck, so we head up to Radiology for a CT scan. Luke sits miserably in a wheelchair, drooling into a pan with an IV in him. Addie looks annoyed that Luke is not being immediately attended to. She keeps glancing into the scan room and at one point mutters "If she was as interested in doing her job as she was in talking about the tickets she got for 'Bring in da Noise, Bring in da Funk' we would be done by now." If you work in any service industry, don't piss aunt Addie off. She can be your worst nightmare.
After the scan we head back down to the emergency room. We spend a good two hours as people look at Luke, look at the X-rays, and look at Luke again. The verdict: a 3cm sized infected abcess behind his right tonsil.
Finally Team Lady Doctor decides to have a go at sucking the evil pus out of the thing. First off Luke gets his throat numbed with some kind of spray. He describes the flavor as "artificial banana and gasoline". I think we have hit on a new flavor of ice cream for Jakes.
After they each try and fail to get to this thing, they call back the fearsome Doctor Z. Doctor Z manages to go in just north of the numbed area, so Luke's in whining, moaning, gurgling, agony. Just when I think he can't take it anymore, Doctor Z pulls out holding a syringe the size of my thumb full of icky yellow pus. Lots of it. Like a shotglass full. I may not have the IQ, training, discipline or skill to be a doctor, but I sure have the stomach for it. I look at this evil goo and my inner 10 year old thinks "COOL!"
Luke finally gets released about half an hour later. Becca takes him home while I head to Kroger to fill his perscriptions and shop for soft foods. I go back and remember my freshly pierced tounge days as I purchase oatmeal, applesauce, Jello and the like.
I drop off the supplies and Luke has already passed out on the couch. Oh well, he can enjoy the percocet tomorrow.
PS. I dropped $200 on medicine and food for Luke yesterday. So Christmas presents may not be in the plan for anyone anymore. I'll get you next year. :)
