All is Well

So Sarah decided to scare the sh*t out of us tonight..

Around 17:00 she started “bleeding” (for obvious reason I will not go into details, read on and you’ll work it out yourself).

Luckily she was at home at the time, but unfortunately we, the parents, didn’t get back until 20:30, by which time she had regally left a sign of her presence in many of the rooms upstairs and the bathroom looked like the kids had dragged home and slaughtered a pig for dinner.

After the usual bout of severe panicking, we contacted the local hospital (Leuggern) only to be told that they didn’t have a OB-GYN resident on duty, but that they would get hold of one and call us back.

Which they did, offering us a 21:50 appointment! Needless to say, as Sarah’s lips were already turning grey, we refused (note to self: remember to sue that b*astard) and contacted a larger, but more distant hospital where we were able to actually talk to someone who knew what to do.

In the mean time, Leuggern called back and offered to send an ambulance; I had originally planned to take over that part myself, but was finally convinced that the presence of ANY doctor within the next 10 minutes might actually be preferable.

And within 10 minutes they were here, blue lights and all, Sarah was rigged up to oxygen and her arms sporting various liquid-dispensing tubes.

We were offered the choice of two University Hospitals (the idea being that they are better equipped). Zürich and Aarau. We chose the former and, having been informed that we were not allowed to closely follow the ambulance (“We’ll be jumping red lights and all that..”), headed off in its general direction.

We arrived after half an hour, followed, 5 minutes later, by the patient and two very puzzled medics….

It took a further two hours as well as the assistance of the department head before Sarah was safe and sound and a good night’s sleep (which, according to Sarah “wasn’t good at all since they insisted on waking me up every hour to check whether I was asleep”..) before she was allowed home.

Diagnosis?

S**t happens, and there doesn’t necessarily have to be a repeat performance ever again.

Lessons Learned?

1. Note to self: Next time, go for a son (or a labrador)
2. Note to ambulance driver: don’t trust your GPS!