Saturday, September 30, 2017
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oNe has been riding horses for a long time. The main horse she's worked with has been sick. Horses are amazing animals, both strong and very fragile at the same time. I think you can probably figure out where this is going. My poor oNe is devastated. I wish I could do something but there isn't anything I can do.
Thursday, September 21, 2017
When it rains...
It pours.
Quickly, because I don't like to dwell... And first the good. Three-a turned 12! I guess that means this blog is 12, too. Now the bad. At her 12th birthday party, she broke her femur. However, they (doctors) didn't figure it out for 2 weeks.
We knew she had hurt her leg. We took her to urgent care for x-rays. They didn't see any breaks on the x-ray. We spent the next week and 1/2 waiting to let enough time pass to warrant an MRI; the thought is that kids often just bounce back. But after a week and 1/2 of not bouncing they (doctors) will do an MRI. So they did the MRI; we learned she had a broken medial condyle (non displaced fracture). The good news was that it wasn't a torn ACL; the other good news, no cast necessary since it had already been two weeks.
Labor day happened and it was super hot.
Wednesday after labor, Three-a got sick. We took her in for fluids on Friday night because she couldn't keep enough liquid down and was super dehydrated. Her hands and feet were going numb. We got Zofran (anti-emetic pill) and fluids and then they did a blood test to check her electrolytes. With the blood test, they saw something worrisome. The worrisome warranted a trip straight to the sterile part of the hospital in an ambulance. Quick spoiler, all turned out fine and it all would have been fine if we hadn't gone to the hospital. And a different doctor I spoke to (at Urgent Care) said, "I wouldn't have done the blood test." Oh why, oh why did we not get you, Dr. C????? No blood test would have meant we could have skipped the hospital.
The hospital sucked. It's a horrible place for people to get well. They wake you, they poke and prod you, they record everything you pee, they stick fluids in you, but they don't expect you to eat or drink. They definitely can't do the right things needed for a virus. In our case, they pumped antibiotics in her because of the blood test results.
After 3 nights, Three-a was super day-night confused. She was also down 8-10 pounds. That's 10% of her body weight. On the 3rd day, her blood tests were normal so we got to go home with a super exhausted, skinny kid who doesn't want to move around. Remember, she's sick and she has a broken leg--a double whammy.
It's HARD to recover when you have to use crutches. She hated using them so much that she'd crawl from her bedroom to the bathroom. It was so sad. It's two weeks later (from when she got sick) and she's almost ready to go back to school.
It was hard to get her to eat. Yesterday was the first day I got more than 1000 calories in her. Yesterday was the first day I could get her to move around and I got her to crutch down a long hallway and back. Twice. With an hour rest between them. She'll have to go much farther at school.
Yes, I am getting notes from the school district nurse, asking, "Where's Three-a?". Yes, I am guessing they are concerned that we are making this all up. We are not. You can't make this stuff up. Crazy. The only good thing about the hospital is that it makes it seem more credible to have a kid out for two weeks and they give you a really good note for an excuse. The bad thing is that I think the hospital slowed down her recovery and that it was the reason for her really slow recovery. And that's been my last month. Except for one good but stressful thing. I'll tell you about that later.
Quickly, because I don't like to dwell... And first the good. Three-a turned 12! I guess that means this blog is 12, too. Now the bad. At her 12th birthday party, she broke her femur. However, they (doctors) didn't figure it out for 2 weeks.
We knew she had hurt her leg. We took her to urgent care for x-rays. They didn't see any breaks on the x-ray. We spent the next week and 1/2 waiting to let enough time pass to warrant an MRI; the thought is that kids often just bounce back. But after a week and 1/2 of not bouncing they (doctors) will do an MRI. So they did the MRI; we learned she had a broken medial condyle (non displaced fracture). The good news was that it wasn't a torn ACL; the other good news, no cast necessary since it had already been two weeks.
Labor day happened and it was super hot.
Wednesday after labor, Three-a got sick. We took her in for fluids on Friday night because she couldn't keep enough liquid down and was super dehydrated. Her hands and feet were going numb. We got Zofran (anti-emetic pill) and fluids and then they did a blood test to check her electrolytes. With the blood test, they saw something worrisome. The worrisome warranted a trip straight to the sterile part of the hospital in an ambulance. Quick spoiler, all turned out fine and it all would have been fine if we hadn't gone to the hospital. And a different doctor I spoke to (at Urgent Care) said, "I wouldn't have done the blood test." Oh why, oh why did we not get you, Dr. C????? No blood test would have meant we could have skipped the hospital.
The hospital sucked. It's a horrible place for people to get well. They wake you, they poke and prod you, they record everything you pee, they stick fluids in you, but they don't expect you to eat or drink. They definitely can't do the right things needed for a virus. In our case, they pumped antibiotics in her because of the blood test results.
After 3 nights, Three-a was super day-night confused. She was also down 8-10 pounds. That's 10% of her body weight. On the 3rd day, her blood tests were normal so we got to go home with a super exhausted, skinny kid who doesn't want to move around. Remember, she's sick and she has a broken leg--a double whammy.
It's HARD to recover when you have to use crutches. She hated using them so much that she'd crawl from her bedroom to the bathroom. It was so sad. It's two weeks later (from when she got sick) and she's almost ready to go back to school.
It was hard to get her to eat. Yesterday was the first day I got more than 1000 calories in her. Yesterday was the first day I could get her to move around and I got her to crutch down a long hallway and back. Twice. With an hour rest between them. She'll have to go much farther at school.
Yes, I am getting notes from the school district nurse, asking, "Where's Three-a?". Yes, I am guessing they are concerned that we are making this all up. We are not. You can't make this stuff up. Crazy. The only good thing about the hospital is that it makes it seem more credible to have a kid out for two weeks and they give you a really good note for an excuse. The bad thing is that I think the hospital slowed down her recovery and that it was the reason for her really slow recovery. And that's been my last month. Except for one good but stressful thing. I'll tell you about that later.
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