The YoYo Effect
October 17th, 2008
Today marks the second I’ve had to pick our daughter up from school due to problems from last Sunday’s seizure. Wednesday I was optimistic, yesterday a bit concerned, today I wish I could say things were sunshine and rainbow monkeys.
Hopefully over the weekend her muscles will relax more. No fever, but still getting chills. Two checks by doctors, rest, Motrin.
And a week of lost school time, but a high grade kid without having been pushed so I’m not really concerned over it.
You do so much and when there’s a point you can’t do anything but be there you sometimes feel helpless, even though common sense says things’ll be ok.
It kind of makes me wonder what life will be like for me in 9 years with the youngest one heading off to college. Chances are by that time I’ll be more involved with advocacy and other things people get involved with as they get older. Somehow I don’t think the flow of riding a Harley into the desert is going to come to fruit…I’ll be to concerned of keeping a home front going in case the kids need to fall back on.
Time for more coffee and a danish. A bit of browsing for some HDMI switches, and a bit of EVE before some uninterupted rest before that which is NOT ‘so much cooler online’.
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It’s always difficult to remember common sense ……..
I has a sad too… for you John.
I’m sure common sense does tell you that, but parents are built to let the feelings take over sometimes, otherwise, we’d not have the hugs and the fuzzies they all need when they need them. The trouble with that, is when we need them too.
So…
Consider the warm fuzzies deposited.
Late update: At the moment my daughter’s been in the ER for the last six hours. Morphine wasn’t working with the pain increased, had to go to a liquid form of Motrin mixed with something or other.
2d CAT scan shows nothing, blood/urine/etc all ok. Mom got freaky because her temperature was actually 96.something, 98.6 Fahrenheit is standard human temp for Celsius users.
Heading off to the hospital with a care package of Sprite, after having washed my armpits. I always feel awkward going in an emergency room unless I’m freshly showered.
Thanks guys.
Concussion is what things are being chalked up to now. Could take another week before she’s ‘all that’ again.
I’m making homemade chicken and dumplings, sausage gravy, biscuits, potatoes obrian, and other manly choreage.
Concussion? Did she hit her head when she had the seizure? And why did she have the seizure? Do they know?
I is a worried friend (who would bring the supper if I didn’t live so damn far away.)
What the heck are ‘potatoes obrian’? Gotta get my priorities sorted out ….
Fracas,
I’m imagining a kitten doing lolcat pantomiming, but it’s coming out in my head more like Jar Jar binks impersonating an Ewok.
Old term is Grande Mal, they’ve got a newer one out nowadays, but it was a full seizure that hit her after she got out of a vehicle and was walking across an asphalt parking lot.
Down she went, so the concussion either occurred on impact or before someone was able to get something under her head til it subsided after the usual five minute up/peak/plateau/down cycle.
Reason: unknown, but there is a genetic link to Epilepsy in the family tree. Possible, but first the cost of tea in china REALLY needs to be calculated in the mix of things.
Although clinic and pediatrician all said ‘ok’ on school earlier, ER doctor is saying let her stay out further if the pain’s continuing. Pretty much it’s time healing things in regards to the strains she went through during the episode.
I’d take a picture of the chicken and dumplin’s I made, but I ate it all up. Maybe I’ll have better luck when approaching the next bowl. made a bigggggg pot!
DP,
Circumcised cut up potatoes, green peppers, and onions fried over medium heat, preferably on a flat grill.
I’m hoping it’s not me who reminds you of jar jar binks…
I has a hug for her… and you.
Pictures of you in grandma years with Jar Jar ear droopy tits.
…and this is the part where I’m glad there’s a distance between us.
I don’t plan on being a grandma, and I’ll probably sell *something* to raise money for a boob job when gravity takes its toll to that extent.
What are you planning to do about your droopy tits?
Lean back in my easy chair in Jacksonville and slap your smug arse above the 48.
Sure as heck ain’t gonna be duct tape after all the threats towards my daughters to ‘go get a dang BRA ON!’.
Lucky I haven’t woken up to see them about to pull a strip off my chest.
You have chest hair? I thought you were into the wax. At least that’s what someone said… or blogged… or something…
And, the last time I asked my arse, it insisted it wasn’t smug… rather, just a little on the cheeky side.
Bwahahaha
I just checked, although I have chest hair my areolas are bare.
Yep, they are. Just checked again for inquiring minds. No waxin’ goin’ on hare!