Don't talk behind her back...

So apparently it wasn't enough for Karma to screw us when we're being nice, but now she just wants to screw us, period.

Lets set the scene:

Yesterday, Jason has recently gotten out of the shower, and is getting ready for work.  I am getting ready to feed Quinn, but I go to change her diaper first.  Jason heads to the garage to get his work clothes, I get into Quinn's room, flip on the light, and hear a buzzing sound like a bug hit the light when it went on.  I looked around, saw nothing, and go about changing her diaper.  Quinn and I are giggling, as she is enjoying her naked time (she loves being naked, what can I say?) and Jason runs in the house with panic in his voice.

"The light exploded on my head!  I'm bleeding!"

"Uh... what?"

"The light, it exploded on my head, I'm bleeding everywhere!"

I grab Quinn, who is still naked, grab one of the old-school cloth diapers, that we are using as burp cloths to cover her, and run into the bathroom.  Jason is kneeling over the shower, blood is dripping everywhere, and his head is covered in white powder.  Flipping out.

Everything that happened after that is kind of a blur.  I remember frantically getting Quinn ready so fast, I just threw a shirt and a diaper on her, and put her in the car seat.  She is screaming because she is hungry, and hates being in her car seat if its not actually in the car, and Jason and I are scrambling to get dressed and get out the door to get him to the emergency room.

We arrived at the emergency room in what seemed like forever driving down the road.  To add to the fun, I don't normally drive, I'm bad at driving at night, its pouring rain, windy, and I don't have my glasses, so I kept missing turns.  They get Jason in relatively quickly, since no one else is in the waiting room.  They take him back to the check in room.  Take his temp, blood pressure etcetera, and while the blood pressure cuff is starting to inflate, he complains of the pain.  Literally 3 minutes later, he tells the nurse again that it hurts, and that his fingers are turning purple, and she's like, "Oh, its done!"  Thanks, now that he's lost all of the feeling in his arm.  I'm glad to know its not just me they try to kill with those things.

She takes us back to a room.  Jason sits down, his pain on a scale of 1-10 went from a 5 to an 8 in the distance it took us to walk to the room.  Quinn starts screaming to be fed (again, because Jason fed her in the car on the way over) and poor Jason lays down in agonizing pain because now his head is throbbing.

The girl comes in to check him in.

The girl comes in to look at his head.  Cleans it off with something that stings.  My guess is an alcohol sheet. Says the doctor will be in shortly.

Doctor comes in, says its not as bad as it feels, offers staples, but also adds that they may or may not help.  Jason declines.

Doctor leaves.  Hear her in the hallway tell the nurse to clean it up and put some Neosporin on it.

Jason and I joke about how good their Neosporin must be, since it will probably cost us $500.  Cry on the inside, because its not really funny, and it's probably true.

Nurse comes in, puts on gloves, tells Jason that she is going to put on a saline solution, and some Neosporin, and it will probably sting.   Nurse scampers out, saying she will be right back.  I think she forgot something.

Code blue is called over the intercom.  Repeated 3 times.  Code blue, and the room number.  At least a minute passes by, maybe three, and its paged again.  Start to wonder what code blue is.  Nurse still isn't back.  I tell Jason on the second page, to remind me not to die here because obviously, their response time isn't that great.  Look up code blue.  Cardiopulmonary Arrest.  Interesting.

Wait about 15 minutes, nurse still gone.  Wait. Wait. Wait.  Nurse finally comes back, dresses Jason's wound, and sends us on our way.

The rain has stopped.  Drive back home to get clothes for Jason.  Rain picks up again.  Jason gets ready for work.  Quinn is asleep, so I get curious, and peek into the garage, glass is everywhere: in the washer, in front of the washer, all over the clothes, in the laundry sorter, halfway across the garage on the concrete.  Everywhere.

Get Jason to work, raining heavily, try to get him as close to the door as possible.  Good thing he has an umbrella.  Drive back home.  Raining harder and harder.  Pull into the driveway, and decide to wait out the rain a bit.  Worst decision of the last hour.  Rain keeps coming.  Harder and harder.  Soon, I can't even see the neighbors yard because there's just so much rain.  Rain lets up for about 20 seconds.  I decide I'm going to cover Quinn as best I can, and book it to the door.  Cover her, but I'm short, and... well short, and its nearly impossible for me to get her car seat out in one foul swoop, much less do it quickly.  Fail miserably.  Soaking wet.  Finally get her out of the car, still covered, yes!  Huge gust of wind comes, and blows the blanket halfway off Quinn, she gets rained on, and she is PISSED.  Finally make it inside.

Safe and sound.

Jason is alive.  Quinn is alive.  I am alive.

Crazy night.

P.S.  Parenting tip #22134 - Never leave your diaper bag unstocked.  The second you get home, restock it, you will be glad you did, so when the occasion arises... you will be prepared (unlike me.)