From Bad to Worse...sigh
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Two sons with medical problems (over spring break, of course), one overworked mom, way too much to do, and a flat tire...well, it's a recipe for disaster. I am actually worried sick about my little boy, and things just seem to be piling on.
So, instead of going to bed and getting some much needed sleep, I am writing a blog. I think it may make me feel better.
Son number 1 had a horrible infection under his skin. That was bad enough, not to mention the fact that he had to be seen in pediatrics - but at least they were willing to see him. The pediatrician immediately put him on antibiotics and made an appointment to do minor surgery - cut open the infected area and clean out the infection. He is pretty sure it is MRSA, which I find very frightening, but of course my immortal and invincible son brushes it off.
The pediatrician did the procedure yesterday. Come to find out, he is the only pediatrician in the clinic who does procedures. The surgery went very well, only we have to come back every day this week for the dressings to be changed.
I told my son that I think I probably saved his life by making him go to the doctor. He told me not to get too big-headed about it, because he was willing to see a doctor and he had already asked his dad for antibiotics. So I said to him, "OK, you say you were always willing to see the doctor. However, would you yourself have made the phone call to make the appointment if I hadn't done it for you? Be honest."
And he honestly said, "No." Which I already knew, because he hates making any phone call with a passion. I guess he would literally have rather died than made that phone call. But what else are mothers for?
Meanwhile, his little brother is getting worse and worse. He lies around all day, when he isn't vomiting, with no interest in anything. He barely eats anything, sleeps a good bit of the day, etc. I am worried sick. His pediatrician seems to have been wrong about the cause, and I now have to take him back there and get him scheduled for extensive unpleasant testing. I am beside myself about this. But his appointment has to be fitted in with his brother's clinic visits to get the dressings changed. And I was supposed to have lunch with a friend tomorrow. Sigh.
Tonight Henry and I went to the grocery store to pick up some more ginger ale for Danny, came out, and saw that one of my tires was pancake flat. My own fault - the signal on the dash for low pressure has been on for days. I kept thinking I would find time to take it to Discount Tire and get it filled up, but I never had time. So now I am paying the price. Praise God, Henry was there to put on the doughnut spare for me, but I can't drive on it long, so I need to be at Discount Tire at 8 A.M. sharp to get it dealt with (cha-ching), rush to get Henry to get his dressing changed, pick up two prescriptions for my daughter while we are on base, and somehow get Danny an appointment with his doctor amidst all this.
Meanwhile, we have adopted a foster kitty - the timing couldn't have been worse, but I had agreed to take him and didn't want to make difficulties - and he is spooked by being away from his family and familiar surroundings and has been hiding behind the washing machine. He did manage to hiss at the dog, however.
Small wonder I feel like I am about to have a nervous breakdown. Could spring break end, please?