The Broken Hand

My poor baby.

FoxyLady was moving some very heavy furniture by herself and broke her right hand today. She called me on the phone, and through a great deal of pain and profuse tears, she told me that she was being driven to the hospital. I immediately panicked. Aside from being torn that my loved one was hurting and needed me, I freaked out about what to do.

Here was the dilemma:

She accidentally left her wallet (with Health Card inside) in my purse last night. She was in Pickering, headed to the Rouge Valley Ajax-Pickering Hospital. I was in Scarborough. I have no car, no car insurance, and no one to give me a lift. I had to get to Ajax ASAP, but didn't know how. The hospital wouldn't see her without her Health Card.

I ran around in circles in my room after I hung up the phone. I was trying to calculate the fastest way to get to the hospital in my head. Heck, I didn't even know what the directions to the hospital were! I was juggling my options and weighing the pros and cons of each: calling my folks, calling a taxi, taking transit, or inventing teleportation.

I finally landed on calling my parents from their shopping excursions and had them drive me to the emergency. It wasn't the time to be strategic and worry about what my parents thought. I just had to get to my girlfriend so she could get medical attention. It took them 20 minutes to get home, and it would take another 30 minutes to drive to the hospital. That's a whole hour she would have to wait for me! I used the wait time to quickly research how to get to the hospital.

My parents arrived and we made haste towards Ajax. I was flipping out the entire time, watching my watch, and praying that she was okay. I didn't want to let her down. I was cursing my stupid car accident, cursing my inability to drive, and just cursing that I didn't remember to give her her wallet back that night. It's amazing the thoughts that run through your head in moments likes that. I guess I just didn't like the idea that I was limited in helping her.

We got a little lost due to conflicting pieces of information from the internet and the hospital itself. Can you believe that the information line for the hospital didn't know what the directions to Ajax/Pickering were because the information staff is situated in Scarborough?!? That's the beauty of hospital amalgamation folks.

Anyway, the good news was that my folks came through in an emergency. Thanks Mom and Dad. I got there, albeit a little late, and discovered that they were able to admit her before I arrived because they had her information in their records. Whew!

After being looked over, and a Tylenol 3 pill later, my sweetie was sent home and put to bed. We'll find out more about her condition when she has her followup with the plastic surgeon on Tuesday.

Please, keep her in your thoughts and prayers folks.