A Word from Your Local Vicodin Dealer

It’s about three weeks from the end of Aaron’s semester. Hey, remember last fall, when Aaron’s first semester was coming to a close and exams loomed, and he slammed his finger in the truck door? Something just reminded me of that . . .

With tons of schoolwork looming, Aaron was in the library just about every night last week, and then he had a church men’s retreat scheduled for overnight Friday. Seriously impeding our progress catching up on LOST (we’re early in season 6–don’t say a word!). We were hoping to get some in on Thursday night after he got home from church, but he got home really late. And the first words out of his mouth?

“Don’t freak out.”

That is never good.

He’d fallen playing basketball with kids at church. Scraped up his knee as well as his hands but didn’t think it was anything more than that. But he was up all night with pain getting worse despite ice until finally at 4:00 a.m. I told him to go to the ER since he clearly needed an x-ray and wasn’t sleeping anyway. They put a splint on it but said it was not broken. He went to sleep at 6:30 and I went to work. Then around noon they called him and said, “Hey, remember how we said your hand wasn’t broken? It’s kind of the opposite of that, so please come back to the ER for a better cast.” He has a hairline fracture near the bottom of his thumb, apparently a bone which is important for circulation.

Tomorrow he goes to a specialist for a more permanent cast. Meanwhile he is still in pain and either unable to concentrate because he’s doped up on Vicodin or unable to think because he’s let it wear off (so he can think) and his hand hurts even more. And he’s frustrated because he has so many papers and tests due and it’s so hard to think and type.

So many fluke medical things this year–so frustrating we don’t know whether to laugh or cry or take turns. The end result is that (1) I am probably on some kind of “possible Vicodin dealer” watch list at the pharmacy and (2) next year he will not be allowed to leave the house without full helmet and pads for the last four weeks of any semester.

3 thoughts on “A Word from Your Local Vicodin Dealer

  1. I know this is going to sound odd… refill his Vicodin prescription right before it expires. Always good to have some in the house!

  2. Amy– Of course! We had some on hand from last time, actually, which was nice because I didn’t have to go to the pharmacy right away.

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