Feisty Pants seemed ok, but with a slightly runny nose, this
morning. Not unusual for her. But within an hour of getting there, her sat rate
dropped and her temperature spiked. To effing 105. So the school called us,
then 911. We grabbed a taxi and are now sitting here in the ER waiting room
doing just that. Waiting. I hate waiting. It's always so much worse in my head
than in real life. And Feisty Pants is adventure enough without my
imagination/anxiety adding it's two cents. She can go from fine to omg call the
paramedics in a few hours. Today she beat that record. Fine to oh shit in an
hour flat. I am sure she has scared the nurse and her teacher too. They
haven't seen her pull such a 180 turn before.
Well now it's hours later. I was interrupted by the arrival of
the Feisty Pants express. And as I expected, a very stunned nurse. She had never
seen Feisty Pants pull the omg trick before. Sigh. We have. Too many times.
Today's version was fine to fever of 105 in an hour. So far they have done
the x-rays and the blood cultures. They have filled the forms and started the
IV. Started the antibiotic and given something for pain and fever. Then gave
something to "help her relax and maybe sleep" HA. HAHAHA. Not going to happen
folks. FP hates ambulances and hospitals and medical personnel. Right now she
is not even too sure about Goo and I. And so we spent the morning listening to
her complain. About her pain. About the needles. About the fact that we
couldn't leave. Six hours later and she is still complaining. I don't blame her
one bit. I'm ready to pull up a seat and help her sing the blues. Her father
has been awake 24 hours and is singing his own blues. We are in a good place.
They are doing all the right things. She will mend and the fact that she has
strength to bitch nonstop is a great sign. But I gotta be honest. Today sucks.
Watching your kid be sick and in pain never ever ever gets better.
Feel better, Amara!
ReplyDeleteThank you, I will tell her.
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