Belly dancing and the ER
Okay, the last post I mentioned belly dancing, which I am somewhat excited about. I will describe belly dancing first because what comes next will take awhile.
Belly dancing requires moving in ways you would not think to normally move. For instance to lift your hip you need to bend and partially straighten you knee. Try it. It works. But now here is what makes it complicated. Now while "lifting" your hip, walk forward and switch to the other foot. That's right step forward and bend the other foot and lift your other hip. It is not easy people. You really work up a sweat. I don't know if it is the movement or the brain power going into making sure you are moving your legs to move your hips and then with walking not to walk, as if really walking, but to place your foot in position to be ready to lift the other hip. Check out a class, you'll understand.
Now for the main story. It started just as I placed my hand on the changing room door for belly dancing class. An emergency call. (I'm on call at work). I cringe. I had the thought to leave my phone in the car, but trying to be the good worker that I am and also figuring who is going to call on a Monday night at 8 PM I take the phone. The situation. An out of control 9 y/o who has just hit her mother. I had to leave class and drive thirty minutes away to help calm this little girl down. The police had already been called so hopefully I (or they) had back up. I arrived to the home, not a police car in sight. I walk into the home and the mother had the 9 y/o pinned to the ground at the top of the steps. She is still screaming and crying. I go up to talk to her and she is able to be calmed down. Simply and easy right? Not. The mother insisted the child be taken in for an psych evaluation. Now this requires an emergency room visit. Any one who has kids knows this is a set up. There's not easy in and out with the emergency room. Mind you it is now 9 something in the evening. The child is calm she has settled down the issue has been addressed and the situation resolved, right? Wrong. The mother continues to insist. I called the psych tech for assistance. He offends the mother so now I am dealing with a angry adult. She is refusing to let the girl leave with clothes which she will need if she is hospitalized. (She did harm someone by hitting her mother) We are back and forth on the phone with the psych tech, a colleague and my supervisor. We agree that she does not need to go, but the mother feels she does. The customer is always right, right? So here I am traipsing to the ER at 10 something at night with a 9 y/o sleep in my back seat. We arrive at the ER and sign in around 11 PM. We are seen by a doctor around 1 AM. We are seen again at 2 Am and then at 3 Am. They are deciding to admit her. They admit her at 5 AM!!! I had two hours of sleep (between 3-5 AM). I did not get home until 6 AM. Since being on call I have been out once until 3 AM, another time until 11 PM and then on the phone once at 1 Am. All of this within a week and a half.
Belly dancing requires moving in ways you would not think to normally move. For instance to lift your hip you need to bend and partially straighten you knee. Try it. It works. But now here is what makes it complicated. Now while "lifting" your hip, walk forward and switch to the other foot. That's right step forward and bend the other foot and lift your other hip. It is not easy people. You really work up a sweat. I don't know if it is the movement or the brain power going into making sure you are moving your legs to move your hips and then with walking not to walk, as if really walking, but to place your foot in position to be ready to lift the other hip. Check out a class, you'll understand.
Now for the main story. It started just as I placed my hand on the changing room door for belly dancing class. An emergency call. (I'm on call at work). I cringe. I had the thought to leave my phone in the car, but trying to be the good worker that I am and also figuring who is going to call on a Monday night at 8 PM I take the phone. The situation. An out of control 9 y/o who has just hit her mother. I had to leave class and drive thirty minutes away to help calm this little girl down. The police had already been called so hopefully I (or they) had back up. I arrived to the home, not a police car in sight. I walk into the home and the mother had the 9 y/o pinned to the ground at the top of the steps. She is still screaming and crying. I go up to talk to her and she is able to be calmed down. Simply and easy right? Not. The mother insisted the child be taken in for an psych evaluation. Now this requires an emergency room visit. Any one who has kids knows this is a set up. There's not easy in and out with the emergency room. Mind you it is now 9 something in the evening. The child is calm she has settled down the issue has been addressed and the situation resolved, right? Wrong. The mother continues to insist. I called the psych tech for assistance. He offends the mother so now I am dealing with a angry adult. She is refusing to let the girl leave with clothes which she will need if she is hospitalized. (She did harm someone by hitting her mother) We are back and forth on the phone with the psych tech, a colleague and my supervisor. We agree that she does not need to go, but the mother feels she does. The customer is always right, right? So here I am traipsing to the ER at 10 something at night with a 9 y/o sleep in my back seat. We arrive at the ER and sign in around 11 PM. We are seen by a doctor around 1 AM. We are seen again at 2 Am and then at 3 Am. They are deciding to admit her. They admit her at 5 AM!!! I had two hours of sleep (between 3-5 AM). I did not get home until 6 AM. Since being on call I have been out once until 3 AM, another time until 11 PM and then on the phone once at 1 Am. All of this within a week and a half.
posted by Kyla at 7:21 PM
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