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A 32 year old male who while at work, lost his balance on a ladder and fell about 10 feet, hitting his head on the concrete floor now requiring more than twenty sutures. Taylor prepared the area, set up the suture kit for the doctor after his cat scan was negative for further injury.
Several flu symptoms, which involved a lot of coughing, mucus, high fevers, dehydration, secondary pneumonia, breathing treatments, one admit to medical.
One heart attack or myocardial infarction as it’s termed in the medical world. Morphine for pain, oxygen for comfort, nitro for dilation of arteries / vessels and aspirin by mouth for anticoagulant effect. Positive EKG with elevated enzymes. Transferred to cath lab where he would no doubt, receive an angiogram looking for any blockages and then probably spend the night for observation.
One incredibly terrible migraine with sensitivity to light, and vomiting. IV started, fluids running, Ativan to relax, tordol for pain, Phenergan for nausea, and aspirin by mouth. At 19 years old she didn’t need a parent with her, but with this being her first migraine she felt like she was dying, scared so Taylor sat with her while the meds took effect. Taylor could tell when they started working because her face wasn’t grimaced, her fingers had relaxed from the death grip that she had prior to medications on the bed railing. A hour and half later she was thanking everyone and out the door taking a cab home because she wasn’t able to drive from the medications that she had received.
Day over!
Taylor passed Liz on her way out the door.
“So how was your day? Hear from your date yet? I just realized I don’t even know his name. I am assuming he would be Damien’s brother, Jarrod.”
“His name is Jarrod. Yes I talked with him this morning. Day has been great because I talked with him. He looks so yummy. If he can sing, it’s over I’m getting married. How was yours? It busy in there?” She snarled her nose.
“Nah, not too bad. Had a rapid response earlier. 14 year old with asthma. PICU, and stable now. Other than that steady but not overwhelming.”
“Steady I can handle. Overwhelming is well just that. Better get in there. Seeya.”
A normal work week for them. That was about the jest of it. Usually Taylor would be asleep when Liz would get home and Liz slept when Taylor left. Unless something major happened, that was pretty much their conversation length.
Taylor couldn’t wait to get home and shed the scrubs, the shoes, and just relax. On average she had about 30 minutes before the twins would get off the bus.
She sit back on the couch flipping the channels briefly finding reruns of The Voice and settling on that. Her phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Hello Sweet. How was your day?”
Better now. “I think you already know how my day was. Thank you for asking. Why are you calling me?” Why don’t you just blink over?
“Yes I do, but if I didn’t ask questions then we wouldn’t have anything to talk about now would we? Because I thought I was supposed to call you and check on you. You know let you know that I am thinking of you. And I didn’t know if you wanted me blinking in and out all the time.”
“You’re absolutely right, you are supposed to call me every single day. Make note of that. Oh there are always my questions. Starting with right now. How was your day?” Damn just his voice caused her to stir with lust and need.
“The same as all the others. Very Good. It just got better though.” She grinned as he repeated the exact words she had only thought. When she began to feel pressure between her legs she decided it was game on.
“I wish all my days were ‘Very Good’. How did it get better?” She mocked him and urged for an explanation.
“That sweet little hmm, feeling you just had is quite wonderful don’t you think.” He chuckled.
“Did you do that?” Was it him or me?
“I might have helped along the way. Would you be angry with me if I had?”
“No. Only for leaving a girl hanging. Anyways I believe we were discussing my day. It was long.”
“Your days are what you make of them. But I understand a day at work can go badly without your control. You handled that today well by the way. Dr. Bradley was right. I’m very proud of you.”
She laughed. “Damn. There are no secrets are there? You do know it all.”
“For the most part I do. You can have no secrets from me. But I like that about you. I have a feeling that even if you could hide your thoughts from me, you wouldn’t.”
“Yeah that’s me. Open book. And thanks for that to. I would say you have no idea what that means but then of course you do.”
“You’re right. I do. When can I see you again?”
Now. “The kids will be home in about twenty minutes. I haven’t got the slightest idea on what I am going to make for supper yet. Usually we do whatever homework they have and decide what to cook. Then we play board games, ride our bikes, or watch a movie before bath and story time. I don’t know if I have much time in the afternoons for us.” The silence on the phone scared her.
