September 27, 2009

Croup, ERs, Legos, and Hello Kitty... All in One Bonus Post... With Pix!

Today would be described as nothing better than frustrating and I would be described, by the end of the story, as nothing other than a bitch.

It started with my going to the kitchen at 830AM to find Bones with full on croup, the sound I typically hear at 2AM when I wonder if putting his head in the freezer will actually take care of it.

And if he sounds that bad during the DAY, it harkens nothing but seriously bad for the wee hours of the following morning.

I dressed, had him get ready, grabbed a couple breakfast bars and made our way to the ER, my thought being they could handle a child with croup better than the local doc in the box.

We got there at 9AM and the place was empty. "Good for us!" I thought.


Four hours later, we were diagnosed with the flu, the strep culture came out negative, a chest Xray was clear and we were told we could leave... I never saw a doctor.

In four hours.

That's fine, but when they told me he had the flu I said, "I know that. I knew that. I am here because of the CROUP. What of that..." and the nurse shuffled off, came back and said, "Oh yeah. He does sound bad. Just a cool mist humidifier."

I was so pissed. It is not as if I didn't communicate why I was there EVERY time I saw someone.

I grabbed my book and purse, told Bones it was time, and we left.

I called my pediatrician, something I wanted to avoid as I hate calling him on weekends, it's his weekend, but now my hand had been forced. I don't screw around with breathing issues.

I am afraid of two things: Fire and children who can't breathe.

And roaches.

But that's a whole other issue... roaches won't kill me, unless I have a heart attack. Plus, I'm married. He can kill the roaches. That is written somewhere in our marital vows I think. 'For better, for worse, and he kills all roaches'.

So we got home, I got hold of our Pede's nurse, she was aghast at what we were told because a cool mist wasn't going to do it (something I had conferred with VW about...she was the one who really convinced me I needed to call our own doc), and that he needed to be on something to help keep the airways open.

When our nurse was able to call me back with information on what was being called in, I had just arrived at Kmart, buying rubber cement for a Biology project my freshman is doing... comparing a cell to some sort of structure.

Segue to Science project:

He chose a prison. (A warden is to a prison as a nucleus is to a plant cell...)

All over my table are lego's, lego people, lego police cars, and a Hello Kitty kitchen... because every prison needs a kitchen and a tiny pocket sized Hello Kitty kitchen was the only thing we could find that was lego-man sized. The other oven I found at Toys R Us, my son exclaimed, "Mom, we need to cook FOR the prisoners, not burn the prisoners. That oven could roast 5 lego-men."

And I wonder now what the Mom I did not see standing behind me thought, when I said, "This is ridiculous. Hello Kitty for your Prison?" and later, "This is an expensive Biology project..."

I've got pictures of said project. We converted a nice lego family into a Cafeteria cook, a Janitor, and a couple prisoners.

Before He Started- After Brainstorming and Raiding Toys R Us

Some Assembly Required

Seriously, I think the Hello Kitty Kitchen in the Prison Sets it Off

Segue off.

Anyway, so in line I waited with my ONE bottle of rubber cement at KMart for THIRTY MINUTES because GOD FORBID should they have an express self check out line, and every person in front of me had to argue about some coupon or how they were supposed to save $2 on a pair of jeans, and I was just about... done.

My phone rang in the parking lot and it was the pharmacy assistant that was calling to tell me they were closing in 30 minutes and my doctor had just called a script. I said, "Yes. You cannot fill it in 30 minutes?..." and she said, "But there are 5 people ahead of you..." and I said, "I'll be there" and I hung up, not giving the opportunity to tell me no because now I was OFFICIALLY DONE.

I called my husband and said, "You get in the car right now and get to the pharmacy. DO NOT let them close without giving you his steriods. I'll meet you there..."

I was at a loss. Since when is 30 minutes not enough time to fill a script for something that is premade? It's a PREMADE steroid. Liquid. Stick the label on there and let's go.

I have a friend whose wife is a pharmacist. There is NO WAY IN HELL she'd have had her tech call a Mom and say, "Sorry, we can't fill this. We close in 30 minutes." NO. And especially not a Mom who has been going to this pharmacy for 10 years and has always been polite and respectful.

So the day was just frustrating. I get irritated when doctors treat me like a two dollar tart with low IQ because I'm a patient. Get over the God complex, sorry you had to work on a Sunday, I'm OK with the wait, but take me seriously because quite frankly NOBODY knows a kid like the MOM and I guaran-f***ing-tee you, that without that steroid, I'd have been doing the 'head in the freezer and possibly calling 911' gig at 2AM in the morning.

Now at least I have a shot at the head in the freezer working.

Frickin' pisses me off.

This is why I've carved out a small cadre of doctors I trust.

Next time... I go with the Doc in the Box. I feel certain they would have handled it a helluva lot better than the ER did.

So here's to a good sleep and no heads in freezers. I so hate doing that...

Oh and although you did not ask, here is my stance on the new H1N1 vaccine. First, I've had this brand of flu. (Had it last week, There is not a reoccurrence noted yet. However, my stance stays the same... I was going to wait until about 1Million Americans had it first and see how many of them had some weird nasty side effects and if 1Million Americans made it through... then I was OK.

I don't play guinea pig.

Posted by Boudicca at September 27, 2009 04:56 PM


I need a week to recover just from reading about what you've been through.

Hope Bones is better soon.

And I'm with you about the flu vaccine.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at September 27, 2009 09:32 PM

Oh I sooooo hear you about the flu vaccine - I don't get them. Ever. And feel no need to go all guinea pig for them... I am fine -just fine. It's the flu fercryinoutloud - not the plague. And I DON'T fit the demographic. At.all.

I will be fine, thanks. And if I *do* get sick?? I can handle that too... Good grief - the media induced panic infuriates me!!

Posted by: Richmond at September 27, 2009 09:38 PM

Mrs. Who... I'm kinda tired today. Phew. Seriously, I so hate to bother my pediatrician on a Sunday. God love that man and his nurse. They are both saints. I'll try a doc in the box next time before I call them on a Sunday... I try to avoid calling at all costs, and today, she told me I NEEDED to call. That was their job. That's why he's in my small cadre, along with our ENT, dermatologist, and internist. Oh and of course our dentist! :) Everyone else, unless my girlfriend who is a nurse gives glowing recs to me, is doubted.

Richmond- It reminds me of a story. (Surprise!) The vaccine for the rotovirus came out about 10 years ago. Bones was a baby. My pede asked me if we wanted to get it. I said, "Uhhh, no. Let other babies be the experiments." He laughed and kind of nodded. Six months later I came in... they'd pulled the vaccine. Babies had died of blockages.


Let the rest of the public be the pigs, not me. And as you said... IT'S THE FLU!! Good Grief.

People have asked me about what it is like to have the Swine Flu in the house. I've said, "Oh... you mean you haven't heard of the 20,000 dead? We're going to have to build funeral pyres to burn all the bodies quickly so disease doesn't spread..."

Some laugh... others think I'm a nut case. I'm OK with being the resident nut case.

Posted by: Bou at September 27, 2009 09:44 PM

I think you missed a Find and Replace in that post- FYI.

Posted by: Sean at September 28, 2009 01:42 AM

Sean- Holy crap. Thanks. It took me awhile to figure out what you meant. My draft is exactly as my regular copy. I can't believe I missed that in the 20 proof readings and rewrites...

Posted by: bou at September 28, 2009 05:57 AM

I am 100% with you on not being a guinea pig.

which reminds me, I need to do another gardasil post. more paralised girls from that senseless vaccination.

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at September 28, 2009 08:32 AM

Croup? Bones sounds kinda old to have croup, but then again I remember having it when I was seven years old, so anything's possible. And head in freezer? I thought the opposite was the cure. My mom would turn the shower on full blast hot and sit with me in the steamy bathroom until I could breathe.

And I too hate having to run around and bug people on Sundays. And God forbid if everybody I come into contact with pisses me off.

Posted by: diamond dave at September 28, 2009 09:36 AM

writersblock- I just need more data before I go putting new stuff in my body or that of my kids'.

DD- Actually, you nailed the norm on all accounts. Bones shouldn't have it. It's a toddler sickness. For some reason, he got croupy at age 8 and whenever he gets sick, he gets it now. Our pede says he's seen it before, but it's really not that common. The only thing I can think of is that Bones is such a little guy for his age, that his airways are not so huge. I also need to talk to our pede about the fact this may be a precursor to bad things coming... like some serious asthmatic issues.

Also, yes, hot steamy showers are the way to treat it, however, to stop a true croup attack instantly, a huge change in temperature will do it. So a sudden change like walking outside to a frozen atmosphere from a warm home, or putting a head in a freezer will stop the croup. Long term though... hot shower will open the airway.

Posted by: bou at September 28, 2009 09:49 AM

Bou: I hope he is feeling better soon and you get some SLEEP!!! I think you've earned it.

And the "Hello Kitty" prison kitchen is unique! ;)

Posted by: PeggyU at September 28, 2009 11:40 AM

From Evolution with David Duchovny as a community college science teacher, giving an F on an essay question on "What is a Cell?" for the answer:

A cell is a 10 by 12 room that my uncle lives in.

... Just to keep Ringo's work in perspective.

Posted by: The Thomas at September 28, 2009 12:17 PM

I agree with you on not being the guinea pig. I have refused the guardasil shot for my daughters for 2 years. Finally this year I asked my pediatrician if she had daughters the right age would she give it to them and she said no.

Posted by: Cindy at September 28, 2009 07:19 PM

OK, OK, OK, I got the quote wrong. Its ...

Allow me to share something with the entire class. Last night as I was grading papers, I came across two gems both entitled "Cells are Bad" and both with just one paragraph which I unfortunately committed to memory: "Cells are bad. My uncle lives in a cell. It's ten foot by twelve and he has to read the same boring, old magazine everyday. The end." Although my standards are nowhere near where they used to be I could not bring myself to put As atop those beauties.

Posted by: The Thomas at September 28, 2009 11:13 PM

The Thomas- We did not see that movie. This has to be a common mental leap though when Bio teachers talk about cells.

His classmates really liked the Pink Kitchen. :)

Posted by: bou at September 29, 2009 05:57 AM

I am so with you on the swine flu vaccine, which is different from the regular flu vaccine.

And which if you have been getting for a few years now they are saying will pretty much protect you from the swine flu because the swine flu is a subset of the flu in the regular flu vaccine.

I have been getting the regular flu shot for 12 years now and have only gotten a very minor version of the flu 3 times, otherwise it has protected me.

Problems have already been reported by people who have gotten the swine flu shot, and nasty problems not just minor problems (think Guine-barre syndrom, a nervous system problem)

Posted by: Quality Weenie at September 29, 2009 10:27 AM

Heh - I was around for the first Swine Flu vaccine. I was the only one on my college dorm floor who didn't get it - I was the only one who didn't get sick. nuff said.

As for the ER treatment - send a letter to the head of the ER there - tell the story exactly as you have here. Really. It might not do any good, but at least you are making them aware of problems. If it does get something changed then you may save a life.

I see from your top post that Bones is feeling better now. Glad to hear it!

Posted by: Teresa at September 29, 2009 08:35 PM

sexy girl

Posted by: ccsw at November 6, 2009 02:22 AM