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I had a really traumatizing experience with Alistair yesterday and I'm having a hard time getting over it.
I just got home and we've spent the day in airports and travelling so maybe I'm just weary and emotional, but here's what happened:
Yesterday morning after my crappy trip I was on my way to see my friend which is a 2 hour drive. I was about 40 minutes out of town and had to put on gas. Alistair was asleep but I wanted to go in and get a water, so I put on the gas to fill up the tank and carried Alistair inside in his carrier, fast asleep. When I got back out to the car I was still holding Alistiar in his carrier and I went to pull out of the gas nozzle. It got suck!!!! Gas was spewing everywhere and it I aimed it away from Alsiair but as it was out of control for a second it got him in his carrier.
It was all over me. The smell was overpowering. I put him in the car and someone that worked there mentioned there was an urgent care/walk in clinic in town. I was worried it may have gotten in his eyes or he may have swallowed it, but he was acting normal and didn't cry, but I'm just really careful. I went in there thinking they would just look him over but the doctor came right out and said drive stright to the emergency room!!
I had to drive 40 minutes back into town and to the ER, again thinking it would be simple and they would tell me I was overreacting and it would be pretty simple. Intead they got really serious and freaked me out. They took it as a hazmat situation and made me enter through these showers/gas chamber areas. THey wouldn't let me hold Alistiar and two men got into Hazmat gear (bright yellow suits, masks) and they stripped Alistair down and put him in a basket and scrubbed him down while he was screaming. He was so upset he was puking and I couldn't touch him because I wasn't 'sterile.' I could do nothing as he looked at me and criend and the look on his face is haunting me. They rinsed his eyes out for ages and it freaked me the fuck out as well as him. I was singing to him and trying to keep him calm but I couldn't even touch him. It was ages before I got to hold him and wrap him in blankets. He cuddled right in, shaking, and fell right asleep. The doctor came in and said he'd be fine because if he'd swallowed a significant amount he'd be really ill by now. They did a chest xray in case of pulmonary irritation but he was fine. We were there for 5 hours.
I eventually got up to see my friend at like 830 pm. It was a fittingly crappy way to end my crappy vacation. But I'm just so upset at what I put him through. IT was an accident, but it was my fault. And since he was fine, I feel like I over reacted (as usual) bringing him in and then I made it worse by putting him through the Hazmat thing. Maybe I'm overreacting, but what if he's traumatized for life or something? I've never seen him get so upset he threw up...and I couldn't even touch him...

I just got home and we've spent the day in airports and travelling so maybe I'm just weary and emotional, but here's what happened:
Yesterday morning after my crappy trip I was on my way to see my friend which is a 2 hour drive. I was about 40 minutes out of town and had to put on gas. Alistair was asleep but I wanted to go in and get a water, so I put on the gas to fill up the tank and carried Alistair inside in his carrier, fast asleep. When I got back out to the car I was still holding Alistiar in his carrier and I went to pull out of the gas nozzle. It got suck!!!! Gas was spewing everywhere and it I aimed it away from Alsiair but as it was out of control for a second it got him in his carrier.

I had to drive 40 minutes back into town and to the ER, again thinking it would be simple and they would tell me I was overreacting and it would be pretty simple. Intead they got really serious and freaked me out. They took it as a hazmat situation and made me enter through these showers/gas chamber areas. THey wouldn't let me hold Alistiar and two men got into Hazmat gear (bright yellow suits, masks) and they stripped Alistair down and put him in a basket and scrubbed him down while he was screaming. He was so upset he was puking and I couldn't touch him because I wasn't 'sterile.' I could do nothing as he looked at me and criend and the look on his face is haunting me. They rinsed his eyes out for ages and it freaked me the fuck out as well as him. I was singing to him and trying to keep him calm but I couldn't even touch him. It was ages before I got to hold him and wrap him in blankets. He cuddled right in, shaking, and fell right asleep. The doctor came in and said he'd be fine because if he'd swallowed a significant amount he'd be really ill by now. They did a chest xray in case of pulmonary irritation but he was fine. We were there for 5 hours.
I eventually got up to see my friend at like 830 pm. It was a fittingly crappy way to end my crappy vacation. But I'm just so upset at what I put him through. IT was an accident, but it was my fault. And since he was fine, I feel like I over reacted (as usual) bringing him in and then I made it worse by putting him through the Hazmat thing. Maybe I'm overreacting, but what if he's traumatized for life or something? I've never seen him get so upset he threw up...and I couldn't even touch him...
