What a miserable day

Today was Ethan's appointment to have his tooth fixed, it needed to be filled and molded to protect the nerve from where he chipped it. The appointment was an hour away, at 9am. He was to be sedated so he couldn't have anything to eat or drink after midnight. The morning went surprisingly well, he didnt cry or fuss even though he didn't get breakfast. We got there and they gave him the sedative and we waited for about 10 minutes, he got pretty dang loopy, he kept telling all the nurses "hi" and calling everything a doggie, it was a little funny, he just looked so stoned. Well they got him in the room and he was still fine, but the nurse said they needed to give him nitrous oxide also, so in the chair he went. For that we had to hold him down, after about five minutes he was done with that and frustrated and didn't like being held down. The Dr took another 10 minutes to come in and by that time after holding him done for the nitrous Ethan was done. He screamed, and screamed, and scrrreeeeaaaammmmedddd through the whole procedure and about made both Jason and I cry. The look in his eyes was so heartbreaking and the constant tears really tore me up.
After this, we had to go to the hospital to have his blood drawn, I was hoping that because of the sedative from the dentist, this would go okay. Nope. They strangulated each arm several times, couldn't really find a vein and after five minutes of poking and screaming, they gave up... so we get to go do that again sometime. :0(
Then we decide that he's got to be hungry, its about 12 and he hasn't eaten anything since dinner last night so we go to IHOP because he loves pancakes. He wouldn't touch them and cried/fussed the whole time. (He's NEVER like this) so we get on the road home and got not even half way there and he starts vomiting again, and again, and again in the backseat. I was out of my seat belt and into the back seat before Jason could even get the car pulled over. Once we did what we could, which isn't much, we continue home.
We get here and he is miserable, crying on the floor refusing to be held. We looked up some of the side effects of the drug they used and a lot of places said it feels like you've been punched in the stomach repeatedly. He was laying on the floor face down, crying hysterically into the carpet with his butt in the air pacing from side to side, you could just tell he was in so much pain and we couldn't do anything about it.
To top it off we forgot we scheduled to have our air ducts cleaned today and they showed up 20 minutes after we got home and needed access to the entire house, all the while Ethan is wailing in the living room with Jason and I. I think the air duct dudes were a little nervous! LOL
After all this, he finally calmed down and ate a few crackers around 4, my poor little man is so, so tired. I hope he gets some sleep tonight, I hope we all do!