It’s been one week since I was kicked out of the home I’ve lived at for 5 years. How are things? Fucking BRILLIANT!
I had wrote a little while ago about my daughter and that I was going to be taking her to be assessed for the Autism Spectrum. If you recall, I was a little pissy that it was going to take more than a month to get an appointment. Well, guess what? The appointment is tomorrow. Why can’t it be next week? I should reschedule … Continue reading Autism: Tomorrow is the Day
When it comes to medical concern, after having 3 kids, I don’t scare easy. I’ve been witness to stitches, seizures, emergency life-saving surgery, eye surgery, allergies from light and grass, and countless infections and viruses that could leave even the most seasoned doctor nauseated.
My youngest had a
cough. The word ‘cough’ doesn’t really, truly explain it. She had a cough.
It takes quite a bit to rattle me – medically – so when I got concerned over this cough, I ran with my motherly intuition all the way to the ER.
I understood going there, that my daughter’s
cough was not at the high-end of the triage spectrum, so we came prepared to wait, armed with her tablet, coloring books, toys, blanket, and snacks. My 3yo weighed in at an impressive 49 pounds and – hacking away – we waited patiently to be called in.
We saw the nurse for the triage interview and all of a sudden, my 3yo heals up, no coughing, she was dancing and laughing, and talking to everyone. I told the nurse, “I swear she’s sick!” I don’t think he believed me. “Really! I took a video!”
“You can save that for the doctor.” He said dryly. F*** you too.
We finally get called in (I anticipated the wait so I wasn’t tripping about it), and sit in our little room. Since it’s an ER, they aren’t like rooms, they are areas that are separated by curtains, right? So whatever is going on in the curtain-room next to you, you’re going to hear. For instance: The woman who was violently vomiting. Or the man who was having a dementia breakdown. For me, these things are not an issue (again, it takes a lot to startle me medically), however, to my little 3yo who is already not well, she was in auditory hell.
The doctor was quick and to the point. She listened to my kid’s lungs and asked her questions, etc. I said the same thing I told you guys, “Look, I have 3 kids. It takes a lot to rattle me medically so when I heard her
coughing like this *cue the video* I thought it absolutely necessary to bring her in.” I thought the cough – coupled with the fever and odd breathing patterns – indicated pneumonia.
Dr Lady watched my little video and smiled. “Thank you for this video, it was a huge help.” I thought she was being condecending at first. She went on to explain that the barking cough (how she described it) is actually a symtom of a viral respitory infection called croup. WTF is that? I have 3 kids and there’s a medical condition that I hadn’t heard of? Seemed unlikely. She said it’s a self-resolving condition, takes about 3 or 4 days to clear up, and since it doesn’t respond to antibiotics (virus), we just needed to focus on keeping the symtoms at bay.
My kid got a dose of steroids to help with the inflamation and then was put on an abuterol breathing treatment to ease the breathing while this
cough is hanging around.
The respitory therapist (RT) came into the room a few minutes later to administer the breathing treatment. He brought a student RT with him, who was so nice and patient. My kid, who was feeling better already from the steroids, liked the student and they were having fun while I was speaking with the RT, who was preparing the dose.
Out the corner of my eye, I see my kid hold out her ET finger – you know: “ooouuuccchhh” – and I tried my best to intervene, I swear! But it was too late. Seeing the look on the student’s face explained everything: My kid put her finger in her butt and made the student smell it.
It was like watching an accident happening or slow-mo sports clip, because she’s been doing this shit a lot lately! NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! By then it was too late. The student horrifyingly looked at me. All I could muster to say was:
“She really spends too much time with her father.”
Not by bad people anyways. It's my children. Send Clorox wipes, pizza, and endless wine.
I know I've been MIA for a bit – sorry about that – but I'm going to fill you all in, once I can get the smell out of my nose.
What smell you ask?
I miss you guys!
Well, I've been at my ma's for a couple weeks now, and pretty shut in. I went on 2 job interviews and run the kids to their swim classes but that's about it. But then, there's this weekend.
This weekend, a local city here is having the annual SwingFest! I am SO EXCITED! It's music and dancing and vendors… I have been looking forward to this for like a month!
When I first got wind that it was coming up, I was stoked! But that was before I moved to my ma's. I thought I would have some kind of help from him; that fell flat.
Another complication is a friend of mine from high school is in town and I really want to visit. No money for that either. ALSO, it means I'm going to have to get dressed at like 8 am …
What about the kids?
When I thought to attend the SwingFest, I assumed I would just have them tag along. Continuously exposing them to actual music can only benefit them. But out of the clear, blue sky….
My sister-in-law called and said she wanted them for the whole weekend! Really? All of them? Are you sure? Alas yes, that brave soul wants to have all 300 of my kids spend the night at her house for the weekend. Sweet!
The Weekend's Plan
I'm hoping she will pick up the kids tonight and not Saturday morning. Either way, I'll get dressed, rush out to meet my friend at noon, then be at the SwingFest at 3 (it starts at 2pm).
I'm going to gather all my 411 and post on here everything 🙂 so if you guys like that kind of shit, you're welcome! And if you don't like Rockabilly… well, you're just wrong. 😘
Thank you all so much for all the support! You all keep me going after my dreams.
So I went camping over the weekend with my kids and my Ma. The campsite had a splash pad for kids to play on.
Well there were two little boys (maybe 5 and 7-ish) playing on the geysers. The 5-year-old pissed off the 7-year-old because the 7 year old jumped on the 5 year old, pushed him down, put one hand on his neck and his other hand over his mouth and nose. I didn’t see the hands at this point. I had shouted at the kids, “Hey!” There were 6 adults RIGHT THERE, no one stopped anything. When the kids still didn’t disengage (for lack of a better word), I trotted over there and saw what was exactly going on. I pitched a FIT, full banshee mode, pulled the kids apart, and was like, “where’s your mom??” No answer. The little kid was shaking like a leaf, totally terrified, couldn’t even speak. I bring him back to my little picnic spot, get him a towel, give him some food, and just let him be in a safe little environment. Continue reading Assholes of Camping
Things have been tight – you all know that. I have been spending a decent amount of time at the McDonald’s so the kids can play, I can get my dollar diet coke, and I can work on my resume and job searches in peace.
Since it’s quite a bit tough, I had just enough today for my drink (so we don’t get kicked out for loitering), and the kids got their water cups.
Things were winding down, and the kids whining for dinner, so I started packing up my things to take them home for dinner when I came face to face with a hero. Continue reading Let me tell you about a hero