Forgot to tell you about my weekend in the last post.
I call my dad on Saturday morning, and he seems a little off. He keeps asking the same questions and says he is not tracking well. Kind of freaks me out. So I call a friend of his and have him call Dad and see what he thinks (Michael is in Nebraska). Steve calls back and says he seems a little off but he will call back in about an hour and check again. Meantime, Dad has called the shop to check in. He then called back about 30 minutes later and had almost the same conversation. The shop called Michael and Michael called Dad. Dad did not even remember he was in Nebraska. In the interim, I have called Rene and Sammie and they are on their way to Edmond to see what is going on.
I get a call from Steve that says he thinks Dad should go to the hospital to be checked out and Rene and Sammie agree. So, being the good daughter that I am, I ask Dad to do a favor for me and go get checked out. He said he would see. The fact that he did not outright refuse says alot.
So he goes to the ER. They talk to him and determine that something is wrong, and they are going to do a brain scan. Rene, Sammie and Steve are at the hospital and call me to let me know what is going on. They also say they think I should come up. We are at a birthday party, so we leave and I call Jeff, who is at work. He comes home and I pack up and leave. By the time I am about 2/3 of the way there, they call and say he is being discharged. The blood vessels in his brain were constricted and not letting enough blood/oxygen get to his brain and that is the reason he was loopy. They gave him some medicine to take that would help, and told him to see his doctor on Monday. I continue on. I just needed to see for myself that he was OK.
I get there and we talk and he does not remember talking to me, Steve or Michael. He wanted to know why I did not just tell him he was being strange. Hello? Do you think I did not try during the first conversation? Note: When loopy, do not usually listen well.
Everything is fine. His doctor wanted to wait to see him for a couple of weeks so the medicine could have been in his system for a while. He seems to be his usual self.
Just FYI: You can make it from McKinney to Edmond, sleep, go back to McKinney in 21 hours. Thank goodness for the radio and mobile phone.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
What a week!
Well - have you ever had one of those weeks? They just seem to go on and on and on? That was last week. I have just recovered enough to get it out there.
On Saturday, March 29th, my adorable daughter, Miranda, came up to me and stated, "Bead in nose." Being the ever alert Mom I am, I asked her what she had said, so she repeated, "Bead in nose." Being on top of it, I asked, "Did you stick a bead up your nose?" She responded with a nod. I looked and could not see the bead, so I asked her about it again. She insisted that it was up her nose. Jeff is outside working with the neighbor to fix the fence that blew over about a month ago. I go outside and calmly tell him I am taking Miranda to the pediatric doc-in-the-box to have a bead removed from her nose. I had to repeat it to him also.
So off Miranda and I go (Sterling played next door with Justin and Emilie) to the clinic. She has sneezed a couple of times, but still says the bead is in her nose. At the clinic, we were seen pretty fast. The doctor came in and looked up her nose and said, "There is is. It is purple." So of course, I looked too. Yep, I see it now. They explain to me how they will get it out. Does not sound like lots of fun, but then you don't need to be putting beads in your nose, do you??? The doctor takes a bulb syringe and shoots warm water up the side of the nose that does NOT have the bead in it, and the bead - and a lot of water - come shooting out of Miranda's nose. She was not very happy about that procedure. But you can ask her and she will tell you that we do not put things in noses.
Then comes Monday. I am supposed to go to work in the afternoon to help out with a funeral, but my morning still goes along as usual. I take Sterling to gymnastics and Miranda and I go to Wal-Mart. Since I don't need much, I let her sit in the back of the cart. She is being pretty good. But just as I decide to turn a little quickly (almost missed my aisle), she decides to stand up. You guessed it - out she falls, on her head, on the floor at WM. She screams. I run and grab her. No blood, but she is not a happy camper. Being the together Mom, I call the pediatricians office to see if they would like to see her. They say no, but since she fell from a distance greater than four feet, I should take her to the ER so they can determine if she needs a CT scan. What the...?
I go pick up Sterling early, and have to explain that Miranda fell and she needs to go to the doctor. I take him to Heather's and go to the ER with Miranda. Good thing I had bought a new toy for her at WM, huh? She seems to be fine, but does have a lovely bruise on her head. After about 1.5 hours we are done at the ER. They decide not to do a CT scan since she had normal cranial nerve function, and there is no apparent reason to expose her brain to radiation. But I should take her to her pediatrician the next day, just to make sure it is all good.
We get home and all is well. Sterling and her are playing as usual and having a great time. Mom really needs a drink. After we go to bed, I keep seeing her fall every time I close my eyes. Not a fun thing. Then, every time she makes the smallest sound, I go check on her. Sometimes even if she doesn't make a sound. She was fine. Took her to the doctor the next morning. They said everything seemed fine and just be careful. YEAH!!!
I take her to school and have to run to the church for something. On the way from the church, I am thinking about how good Taco Bueno sounds and what is the best way to get there. Or do I even want to mess with it? Why not just go home and go to sleep? I am in my own little world, when I look up and what do I see? A motorcycle cop! Yep, you guessed it. I got a ticket for speeding. At this point all I wanted to do was sleep, so I did not even attempt to discuss my fun couple of days with him.
This week is definitely looking better. Knock on wood.
On Saturday, March 29th, my adorable daughter, Miranda, came up to me and stated, "Bead in nose." Being the ever alert Mom I am, I asked her what she had said, so she repeated, "Bead in nose." Being on top of it, I asked, "Did you stick a bead up your nose?" She responded with a nod. I looked and could not see the bead, so I asked her about it again. She insisted that it was up her nose. Jeff is outside working with the neighbor to fix the fence that blew over about a month ago. I go outside and calmly tell him I am taking Miranda to the pediatric doc-in-the-box to have a bead removed from her nose. I had to repeat it to him also.
So off Miranda and I go (Sterling played next door with Justin and Emilie) to the clinic. She has sneezed a couple of times, but still says the bead is in her nose. At the clinic, we were seen pretty fast. The doctor came in and looked up her nose and said, "There is is. It is purple." So of course, I looked too. Yep, I see it now. They explain to me how they will get it out. Does not sound like lots of fun, but then you don't need to be putting beads in your nose, do you??? The doctor takes a bulb syringe and shoots warm water up the side of the nose that does NOT have the bead in it, and the bead - and a lot of water - come shooting out of Miranda's nose. She was not very happy about that procedure. But you can ask her and she will tell you that we do not put things in noses.
Then comes Monday. I am supposed to go to work in the afternoon to help out with a funeral, but my morning still goes along as usual. I take Sterling to gymnastics and Miranda and I go to Wal-Mart. Since I don't need much, I let her sit in the back of the cart. She is being pretty good. But just as I decide to turn a little quickly (almost missed my aisle), she decides to stand up. You guessed it - out she falls, on her head, on the floor at WM. She screams. I run and grab her. No blood, but she is not a happy camper. Being the together Mom, I call the pediatricians office to see if they would like to see her. They say no, but since she fell from a distance greater than four feet, I should take her to the ER so they can determine if she needs a CT scan. What the...?
I go pick up Sterling early, and have to explain that Miranda fell and she needs to go to the doctor. I take him to Heather's and go to the ER with Miranda. Good thing I had bought a new toy for her at WM, huh? She seems to be fine, but does have a lovely bruise on her head. After about 1.5 hours we are done at the ER. They decide not to do a CT scan since she had normal cranial nerve function, and there is no apparent reason to expose her brain to radiation. But I should take her to her pediatrician the next day, just to make sure it is all good.
We get home and all is well. Sterling and her are playing as usual and having a great time. Mom really needs a drink. After we go to bed, I keep seeing her fall every time I close my eyes. Not a fun thing. Then, every time she makes the smallest sound, I go check on her. Sometimes even if she doesn't make a sound. She was fine. Took her to the doctor the next morning. They said everything seemed fine and just be careful. YEAH!!!
I take her to school and have to run to the church for something. On the way from the church, I am thinking about how good Taco Bueno sounds and what is the best way to get there. Or do I even want to mess with it? Why not just go home and go to sleep? I am in my own little world, when I look up and what do I see? A motorcycle cop! Yep, you guessed it. I got a ticket for speeding. At this point all I wanted to do was sleep, so I did not even attempt to discuss my fun couple of days with him.
This week is definitely looking better. Knock on wood.
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