How to follow up that last post.....
HEY!!! I know!
How about this one? Here's a shocker.....
We went to the ER last night!
Again!
We are so cool. I bet you wish you were us. We are at the ER so much, I think they are working on naming a wing after us.
Katie got a cold on Saturday. Just your run of the mill stuffy nose. Well, yesterday morning she started to cough and we just happened to have a follow-up doctor appt. regarding our visit to the ER from the week before.
Katie's doc checked her out. There wasn't much going on in her lungs, but her blood oxygen level was at 94. Since we all remembered what happened 6 months ago with a similar cold (our first ER trip for respiratory distress and subsequent 3 day stay), she sent a prescription off to our pharmacy for some albuterol (nebulizer stuff to help open her breathing passages - we call it 'Steamies').
We left the docs and everything was fine. The pharmacy called to let me know that they had to order the albuterol and would not have it until tomorrow. I told them that would be fine. I mean what could possibly happen?
How much of a freakin' dumb ass can I be? Of course, something was going to happen! That's just the way it works around here.
Katie had a little meltdown and decided to go to bed early. Her breathing was very labored and shallow. She also spiked a pretty hot fever. After much hemming and hawing we decided to pack her up at about 10:30pm and head to the ER.
When we got there, her blood oxygen level was hovering at about 88 or so (not good) and she had a temp of 100.4. Katie was nervous about all the doctors and nurses this time around. She kept asking if they were going to "do pokies" or "poke" her. I guess those epinephrine shots left a lasting impression.
After a dose of kids Tylenol, some nebulizer treatments, one surgical glove happy face balloon and a good dose of prednisone we made the decision to take her home to sleep. We ended up settling into bed about 3 am or so.
And to think, if I had told the pharmacy that they needed to get me the meds ASAP we might have been able to avoid the whole ER thing. It just makes me want to bang my head against the wall.
What a two weeks this has been. Craziness. Just craziness. It's hard to focus on anything right now. No. I mean literally. My eyes are bloodshot and the giant purple bags forming underneath them are probably bloodshot too.
I worry about Katie 24 hours, 7 days a week. I worry about Baby Two 24 hours, 7 days a week. I worry about Huzbend. I worry about myself. But, drinking half of a 20 oz. bottle of root beer helped make all those worries disappear. At least for about 10 minutes.
I need more root beer.
