David is home. The doctor sent us home without a prescription, BAD MISTAKE. Needless to say tylenol and advil were not working and after a night awake and crying we finally got the doctor to give us a prescription for something stronger. We still cannot figure out why an educated doctor would send a patient home with no pain meds after he had been on it for 5 days in the hospital. We were up all night, David was crying and my mom and I were absolutely exhausted. I have learned that my mom and I handle things like this kind of stress totally differently. She does one of two things both annoy the crap out of me. 1. She goes to work. This has been her pattern as long as I can remember. 2. She gets busy with other stuff. I handle this kind of stress by not sleeping, so therefore I get very tired. These two or three coping methods are not a good combination.

Today while David's nurse was here, I got away for a few hours. It was nice, but not long enough. And about the time we got home tonight, it was a repeat of last night. David crying and crying with nothing being of comfort. My mom getting things done for work after she was in his room for a few moments and me in his room praying and crying with him. Rocking him, moving him to his wheel chair, praying, singing, and the radio all helped last night and tonight the just seemed to annoy David. The quietest of sounds would wake him up and send him into his next few moments of unconsolable crying, so tonight it was silent tears and silent prayers. I feel like a broken record when praying. I am not sure we are going to make it to Tuesday, his visit back to the real doctor.