Tuesday, January 10, 2006

An Evening - Make That Morning - in the ER

My children don't like me to sleep. They really don't. They are afraid if I become well-rested I will be a rational person instead of a screaming monster. They secretly like Monster Mom. They must BECAUSE THEY WILL NOT LET ME SLEEP!

SJ might sleep a four hour stretch if I'm lucky. The last four hours of the evening, he is up at least four to six times. He is my insomniac.

If by some miracle, he is asleep, A is up. She is whining to get in our bed because she wants to sleep with SOMEBODY. I guess the dog doesn't count despite the frequency with which I have to wash her stink-ridden quilt.

Last night it was J's turn to keep me up. At least it wasn't for a trivial reason like it is with the other two. She was actually sick and needed medicine, not just bragging rights about putting bigger bags under my eyes.

At two-thirty a.m., she woke me up.

Her chest hurt and she was nauseous. I assumed heartburn. SJ was laying across my arm, sleeping. My husband woke up and since I didn't want to wake SJ, he volunteered to go in the kitchen and get J some medicine.

He walked partway down the hall, came back, went in the bathroom, then got back in bed.

Then when I asked, "What about the medicine?", he replied, "Did I miss something here?"

Yes, dear, only the choo-choo train to awake land.

I need to add here that my husband is a very deep sleeper. You can have a conversation with him and he won't remember it the next morning. He may appear to be awake but he is NOT awake. In fact, talking with him when he is in this state, is like teaching the pythagorean theorem to my dog. It can't be done.

SJ was stirring so I put him on my shoulder and got some Prevacid for my daughter. I told her to take it and let me know if it helped within half an hour.

Then SJ and I laid down so I could get him back to sleep. I could hear J moaning. Fifteen minutes later, he was out again so I asked her how she was.

"I'm having trouble breathing," she said.

So I googled her symptoms and had her try drinking a soda. This was in case it was gas so she could maybe burp it out.

I called our HMO. When they heard her symptoms, they said usually they would recommend calling 911 for that set of symptoms. Rather than calling 911, I drove her to the ER. I figured if she had been going to collapse she would have already done it.

SJ woke up when we were getting dressed so he got to come along for the ride. He thought it was a grand adventure. Instead of making him go back to sleep, I was taking him somewhere.

J had to have a chest x-ray and EKG. She turned out to have an inflamed esophagus. She had to drink a vile tasting fluid that numbed her mouth and esophagus.

She seems fine today, but we have to follow up with her doctor.

The highlight of the visit was the man in the curtained area next to ours. I first noticed him when he yelled, "Nurse, I'm gonna drop dead in here."

He then proceeded to fart quite frequently. Fun stuff. I told J she was lucky the stench didn't come through the curtain.

We got home just after five. I grabbed donuts and coffee on the way. Caffeine AND sugar - my favorite morning combination.

If SJ has insomnia again tonight, I just may have to kill him.


Blogger Ms.L said...

Oooooh what a night/morning!
LOL,the man farting...sorry,but heeee.People suck,lol

My daughter is known in our family as"the child who never sleeps"

I feel your pain!

She's also the same kid who swallows pennies,right before bedtime,then tells me she feels"funny" and runs into plate glass windows,splitting open her chin..you guessed it,right before bed...sigh...

I hope you get a MUCH better sleep tonight!

8:49 PM  
Blogger Bearette24 said...

Lordy...doesn't sound like fun.

Once D went to the ER and an old man said when I walked by, "Miss, I'm dying." It was really sad.

6:50 AM  
Blogger Gina said...

Oh, the ER. I hope J's okay.

8:27 AM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

ms.l, re: the man farting, I hoped it was because he just couldn't help himself. Otherwise, ewwww. How old is your daughter?

Gina, she's feeling much better thank you. She slept fourteen hours last night.

Bearette, oh poor old guy.

9:20 AM  
Anonymous mad rabbit said...

SJ's daddy was a nite owl...it runs in the family.

10:08 AM  
Blogger CheerleadingTechie said...

EKG, huh? I had to have one of those the other day...

Hope J is doing better...

And sleep, who really needs that anyway?

*Takes long drink of way too strong coffee*

I'm fiiiiiiinnnnneeeeeeeee without muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,....


10:55 AM  
Blogger Ms.L said...

She's seven:)
She's been a nut since birth,but seems to be mellowing with age.

I think old people just don't care about farting in public.
I remember sitting in a pharmacy,watching a very well dressed elderly lady approach the desk,As she was speaking to the Asst. she LIFTED her leg and let out this gigantic ripper,like it was nothing...ewwww

11:21 AM  
Blogger Bearette24 said...

On the subject of farting, someone did a big one in yoga last night! I mean LOUD! He seemed totally unembarrassed. At least it didn't smell. But it was like a trumpet!!!

1:39 PM  
Blogger Bearette24 said...

Totally off subject, I'm reading a book called Vamped by David Sosnowski. It's pretty good. It's about a world where vampires are the majority.

1:40 PM  
Blogger Bearette24 said...

If I have a kid with the bad sleep patterns of me and D...I don't know what I'll do. I got to sleep at 3 am and he got to sleep at 6:45 am last night.

1:41 PM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

Bearette, maybe it would be better to have one with your sleep patterns. At least the baby would be up when you were. Good luck getting anything done though.

Ms.l, you made me laugh so hard, I almost peed myself.

2:40 PM  
Blogger Valeriin! said...

hey, love your blog. you are quite an artist and im not just saying it for the way you write but for the way you live!...it makes me think twice about the idea of a happy family in my future!
hope you are smiling right now and forever,

3:37 PM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

Thank you valeriin.

5:24 PM  

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