The Emergency Room

Sometimes my migraines get really bad. I know they’re bad because I start screaming and sobbing and trying to convince Ben that it would be a good idea for me to run into a wall, full speed, with my head.

In mid-January, I realized I had a horrible, nothing-will-fix-this migraine. At 9pm. Urgent care had closed, so I decided that I would just give myself an imitrex shot. 99% of the time, the imitrex shot makes me pass out. I have to inject myself while lying in bed. I need to have water next to me and I need to have gone to the bathroom. I cannot walk, I have a hard time talking, and breathing is difficult. Except this time. This was the 1%. The imitrex shot did nothing. 45 minutes later and the pain was worse and I was still awake. Usually I have narcotics for times like this. But I was out.

So after sobbing and having Ben distract me by telling me about his new motherboard and graphics card, I decided I had to go to the ER. Last time I’d gone was over 15 months earlier. I had spent over 3 hours waiting and then another 3+ hours being treated.

We went to the same ER. I was worried because it was sleeting and I figured there would be lots of car crashes. But we got there and were taken back within 45 minutes. Within 15 minutes after that I’d seen a nurse AND the doctor. The doctor listened carefully to my request (PLEASE DON’T GIVE ME Benedryl and Compazine in the IV. They give me the creepy crawlies). Then he ordered three drugs (including not compazine) and wanted to try putting me on high-flow oxygen. He’d read about this treatment recently and it wasn’t a hardship for me, so I didn’t complain.

The nurse tried to put in my IV and failed. Twice. So she called a tech, and the doctor asked her to start my oxygen ASAP before the IV went in. Then the doc came into check on me about every 10-15 minutes. Usually the doc gives orders and doesn’t appear again until well after the bag of saline has flowed into my veins. At one of the checks, I mentioned I needed to go to the bathroom and he had someone help me and also asked about my pain. Since it had drastically reduced, he said he’d discharge me. Immediately. Even though I was only 1/3 of the way through the saline drip.

I rejoiced. Door to door the trip took under 2.5 hours. And I could sleep afterwards. Three cheers for Dr. Robert B. Jones of Southdale ER! Thanks for making the usually unpleasant experience so much nicer.


Most of you know by now that Ben and I are engaged. But most of you haven’t heard the story. I won’t say much, but I thought it would be good to show my four rings.

We got engaged on a walk by the lake with an insanely cold wind. Apparently, we were supposed to go on the walk a few nights earlier, when it was clear and warm, but I was stubborn and didn’t go. So it was cold and windy.

Ben proposed using a ring that I’d bought for $10 at Claire’s a few years ago. I bought it in order to have a ring when I went out dancing or traveling. Basically then I could pretend I was engaged and ward off loser dudes. My hand looks weird in this picture. Basically it was a ginormous fake diamond surrounded by little diamonds.

The next night we were watching a movie. Ben took a Lindt Dark Chocolate Truffle and peeled the tin foil off of the plastic. Then he made me another ring from the truffle wrapper.

During this time, we were looking at rings online, but had trouble finding things we liked. Then I saw Ben at his desk with a hot glue gun. He was making a ring out of a paper clip, blue bead, fishing line, and hot glue. When this picture was taken the fishing line had broken and the hot glue was peeling.

Then we went to our local jeweler and found out that you can color diamonds with magic markers. At the jewelers, since we were looking at sapphires, the lady whipped out a blue sharpie and started coloring diamonds. This was a radical notion to us. My Claire’s ring, it turns out, was much more palatable as a “sapphire.” But I didn’t take pictures of that. Every few days it needed touching up, so one day we just made it an emerald.

But none of these rings were supposed to be┬ápermanent. And, as much as I liked the rings from Knox Jewelers, I couldn’t see paying that much for a ring. And it seemed like even half that much (for a compromise ring) wasn’t that great an idea. So we got creative. Ben was sad that my finger wan’t size 5. There were size 5 rings on sale at Sears for $20. But alas, my finger was bigger than that.

Then we went to Etsy. Ah, etsy! Etsy had a perfect ring. Perfect size, perfect stone, perfect price (and sparkly!!). Yay for CavalierCreations!

And so that is the ring that I wear every day.

The end.