Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Unplanned Daddy Wednesday - Barfies Edition
10:34 I get The Call from daycare. Kid #2. Full on barfies. Daycare, why don't you ever call just to say "hi"? Or see how I'm doing? Why is it always bad news?
11:00 I get to daycare and he's napping. Should I leave him? Go do some shopping and come back? Nope, they're about test the fire alarm. That would have been a short, angry nap.
I convince Kid #1 to stay at school and I'll come get him early. This is a very delicate negotiation. Would I like to have some extra time with him at home? Absolutely. But if I'm going to be cleaning up barfies, it'll be easier to only have 1 kid at home.
11:25 Made it home. Read "Dog" twice. Got a few sips of water in him. Thankfully, he's not unpleasant. Just a little out of it. He goes down for a nap relatively easily.
11:45 Open up the Barfy Clothes Bag. Whoa. The scent knocks me back. The front of his clothes are *completely* covered. Again... The utility sink saves the day.,
12:30 Still sleeping. Should I let him sleep? I should probably let him sleep. Is he going to be hungry when he wakes up?
12:35 Hey Dummy... Why don't you feed yourself while he's still sleeping?
12:45 Per Wife's orders, I Lysol everything. Even the hand sanitizer.
12:50 I watch a Twilight Zone episode. This is the one where the main character gets their wish and nothing at all bad happens to them.
1:05 Back awake. And... He's pleasant! He takes in trace amounts of water and Pedialyte
1:10 Why is the dog having a spazz attack?
1:12 Apparently she needed to go roll around in the snow RIGHT NOW.
1:30 Little Guy is napping on me now. Parents always say stuff like "I wish *I* could get this instead of them" when one of the kids is sick. But we all know it doesn't work that way. Your best case scenario is that nobody else gets it and it's over quickly.
2:25 Wake and barf. Some of it made it to the bucket!
2:30 - 3:00 Cleanup.
3:05 I worry that I might be coming down with it, too. I call in reinforcements.
4:15 Everyone home now. Another round of barfing from the Little Guy. This time, ALL of it makes it into the bucket.
4:30 He's drinking something now. This is an improvement.
5:10 More barfies.
5:15 Diaper is wet. Good sign.
5:27 And now the dog is barfing. OH HELL NO. Thankfully there is another adult here now to help (Hi Honey!)
5:40 Whole bunch more barfing. Is this the last of it? I hope this is the last of it.
6:50 Little Guy appears to be hungry for basic foods. He appears to be making a come back. Outstanding.
8:20 The Small People are in bed. We seem to have achieved a relative level of stability. As of this writing, I have not come down with anything myself. And everything has been coated with three layers of Lysol.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Pat Report - Special Asthma Investigation Edition
Short version:
Who's got two thumbs and probably doesn't have asthma?
THIS GUY!
Long version:
Today was the methacholine challenge. This is the third (and hopefully final) test my new allergy and asthma doctor has ordered to see if I actually have exercise induced asthma (we've been operating under the assumption that I've had asthma for the last year).
You breath into a tube and they measure your lung capacity. Then you inhale a bunch of chemicals that taste like band-aids and swimming pool. It's supposed to make your lungs tighten up (your twenty-five cent word of the day is "bronchoconstriction"). Then you breath into the tube again.
For a guy my age, height and weight, I had roughly 150% of the lung capacity you would have expected for someone with asthma to start with (thanks, running!).
After inhaling the drugs... I was still at 150% (actually, slightly better).
So... I still have to have a follow-up with my new doctor, but this tests strongly indicates no asthma.
The moral of the story is that sometimes doctors can be dipshits, too.
The only question now is how to tell my old doctor allergy I'll be leaving. Do I just not make another appointment? Or do I write the "Dear Dr. Douchebag" letter? The temptation is strong.
And I no longer have to take the medication that lists "asthma related death" as a possible side effect. So there's that.
Short version:
Who's got two thumbs and probably doesn't have asthma?
THIS GUY!
Long version:
Today was the methacholine challenge. This is the third (and hopefully final) test my new allergy and asthma doctor has ordered to see if I actually have exercise induced asthma (we've been operating under the assumption that I've had asthma for the last year).
You breath into a tube and they measure your lung capacity. Then you inhale a bunch of chemicals that taste like band-aids and swimming pool. It's supposed to make your lungs tighten up (your twenty-five cent word of the day is "bronchoconstriction"). Then you breath into the tube again.
For a guy my age, height and weight, I had roughly 150% of the lung capacity you would have expected for someone with asthma to start with (thanks, running!).
After inhaling the drugs... I was still at 150% (actually, slightly better).
So... I still have to have a follow-up with my new doctor, but this tests strongly indicates no asthma.
The moral of the story is that sometimes doctors can be dipshits, too.
The only question now is how to tell my old doctor allergy I'll be leaving. Do I just not make another appointment? Or do I write the "Dear Dr. Douchebag" letter? The temptation is strong.
And I no longer have to take the medication that lists "asthma related death" as a possible side effect. So there's that.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Stop Poking Me!
I just finished my first acupuncture appointment. I think it's working.
I had a bad run of bronchitis in October and into November. I went to the walk-in clinic three times in six weeks (and had a cycle of antibiotics each time). Ten weeks later, it's still lingering. I'd say I've gotten to no more than 75 - 80% better. Being 75% better sucks. Nobody feels bad for you. They expect you to do stuff. And you don't get any more good drugs.
So rather than go back a fourth time, I figured I'd try something else.
We spent 20 minutes or so going over my medical history. Then he took me into the back room and had my lie down. He explained to me what each needle was for the treatment of (lungs, knees, allergies) as he put them in. It was somewhat reassuring. He also checked out tongue 3 or 4 times during the appointment. Not really sure what that meant.
I was surprised to find the whole experience somewhat relaxing. I was surprised to find I had been there for two hours when I put my watch back on. The needles didn't really hurt at all (I felt them more on the way out). I'm not afraid of needles, but it's always a little scary when someone you just met is stabbing you in the spine.
The only thing keeping me from falling asleep toward the end was my full bladder. I definitely could have passed out. When I stood up to put my clothes back on, my nose immediately started running. He loosened up something in there.
He wants me off dairy for a few weeks. That will probably be the hardest part (especially during Nog Season).
Kevork did good. Part way though, I could feel my breathing get easier. It was like when you're driving on that bumpy, scraped pavement where they're working on the road and you suddenly hit the smooth part of the road. My lungs just felt smoother. If he can get the last of this bronchitis to go, it will all be worth it.
I just finished my first acupuncture appointment. I think it's working.
I had a bad run of bronchitis in October and into November. I went to the walk-in clinic three times in six weeks (and had a cycle of antibiotics each time). Ten weeks later, it's still lingering. I'd say I've gotten to no more than 75 - 80% better. Being 75% better sucks. Nobody feels bad for you. They expect you to do stuff. And you don't get any more good drugs.
So rather than go back a fourth time, I figured I'd try something else.
We spent 20 minutes or so going over my medical history. Then he took me into the back room and had my lie down. He explained to me what each needle was for the treatment of (lungs, knees, allergies) as he put them in. It was somewhat reassuring. He also checked out tongue 3 or 4 times during the appointment. Not really sure what that meant.
I was surprised to find the whole experience somewhat relaxing. I was surprised to find I had been there for two hours when I put my watch back on. The needles didn't really hurt at all (I felt them more on the way out). I'm not afraid of needles, but it's always a little scary when someone you just met is stabbing you in the spine.
The only thing keeping me from falling asleep toward the end was my full bladder. I definitely could have passed out. When I stood up to put my clothes back on, my nose immediately started running. He loosened up something in there.
He wants me off dairy for a few weeks. That will probably be the hardest part (especially during Nog Season).
Kevork did good. Part way though, I could feel my breathing get easier. It was like when you're driving on that bumpy, scraped pavement where they're working on the road and you suddenly hit the smooth part of the road. My lungs just felt smoother. If he can get the last of this bronchitis to go, it will all be worth it.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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