In the past 48 hours, some amazing things have happened, some good things, and some worrying things have happened.
First: Amazing!!! Mr. Toes hand drew a “map” of a gaming program called minecraft. Himself. With details. Then he proceeded to tell me an elaborate (for him) story that went with it!!!!!! I only understood about half of the story (not sure if this was attributable to his garbled language skills or my complete ignorance of the Minecraft game), but it was incredible! His imaginative, creative play skills just jumped! Then he wowed us again by cutting up paper to make the Pacman ghosts and gave them features by drawing them in by hand!! He then took this long, skinny, yellow balloon, bent it in half so it made the yellow Pacman guy!!!!! (Small motor skills, planning, elaborate play and set up)!
Second: Good. We got word that his adrenal gland infusion test came back negative for any problems!! (FYI alert the meds you need to buy and bring with you to the appointment are freaking out of control expensive!!! Who the hell gets away with charging $170.00 for a couple of cc’s of meds??) Also he took his B12 injection without a peep. Watched the whole thing. He was trying to figure out when to start screaming, but it was over before he felt anything!
Moving On….
Third: The worrying…. Mr. Toes is anemic and he has been looking very pale lately. He has also mentioned 3-4 times in the past two months that his “brain” hurts. Doc (Gastroenterologist) says we need to see our pediatrician and discuss these headache’s because kids his age shouldn’t be having that many. Hmmmmm.
And so I go back and focus on the beginning of the post and reside once again in denial and bliss!! (For now).
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The Transmogrification Of A Cold
Posted onOr Why The CDC Should Declare My Home A Hot Zone
And no, I am not being overly dramatic.
It did start out as a cold. My oldest kiddo Boo was sneezing and coughing. Easy enough. Confine him to the couch for three days and voila! Unfortunately, I neglected to take into account the irritating little brother factor. Shoulda seen that coming. So, with the older one coughing on the younger one ~~ to “get him back” for some imagined slight. And that’s how it started. (That will be how it is recorded in the annals of history as the beginning of the Zombie Apocalypse).
Within 2 days Mr. Toes was sick, then the vomiting started at 1:00 am (seriously, why is it always at 1:oo am?) By 9:00 am we had the Zofran shot to stop the vomiting. That should have been it. Should have ~~ with a nuero typical kiddo, it should have been enough. But of course Mr. Toes is not nuero typical nor is he cooperative. With most kids, a parent can bully, coerce, bribe, threaten, beg, plead or otherwise manipulate said child into taking medicine, eating soups and drinking lots of fluids. Oh to have one of those kids. No……my kiddo refused to eat and would only drink minimal amounts of water, so even though he was no longer throwing up he was not getting hydrated fast enough. By 1:00 pm the next day we were in the ER for dehydration. 3 days later we got to go home.
And now I am sick.
It started as a simple cold in my oldest, to a hospital stay in my little one to the plague in me. That’s right, I said it….The Plague. A kid cold in an adult is the equivalent to the Plague. I am near death. My nose and upper lip are raw from the amount of tissues I have been using. I can’t figure out which end to put on the toilet and I am thinking of having the doctors induce a chemical coma to free me from the incessant headache. Did I mention the scorching chest pain every time I cough? And my asthma…..I can’t catch my breath. I am sucking down inhalers faster than I am sneezing. I am thinking of putting quarantine signs all over our yard. If the zombie’s start appearing in Miami, you will know that it most likely started here, at ground zero. Seriously, I am not being overly dramatic. I am telling you, the transmogrification of a cold to the beginning of a world wide epidemic with zombie potential is real. I am living proof of it. Well, sort of. I feel like I am half dead. And the moaning, groaning and other weird and assorted noises coming from my body would definitely rival any fully actualized zombie.
Crap. Sorry for whining. I guess I am a glass half empty kind of person when I am near death.
K. I’m gonna go now.
Stay Safe & Stay Informed……and stay away from my house and family. Douse yourself in disinfectant, Stock up on Cipro. You know the drill.
Lanie

