Like gasping for breath.
Husband was on his way to Houston, so using my best judgement, I took her down to the doctor's office.
The doctor wanted to admit her to the hospital immediately.
But, after a few breathing treatments in the office, I consented to a chest x-ray only despite the fact that I told them from the very beginning that I was sure she had pneumonia.
When we got home from the diagnostic place, I set Carolyn down right by the door.
She flopped down, put her head against the linoleum and wailed.
Scarily un-Carolyn-like.
A trip to the ER = unavoidable.
When we got there, her blood oxygen saturation was 87%.
Oh. Um. Woops. So much for my best judgement.
It took them eight tries to find a vein for her IV.
Then, they attached her arm to an arm board so she couldn't pull the IV out (which she did anyway the following day).
This is how she felt about that:
She was so pitiful:
It was horrible to not be able to explain to her why she hurt.
And why she couldn't get out of the crib.
And why she had an IV "leash".
Today, after breathing treatments every two hours along with blood tests, additional x-rays, constant vital monitoring, and acting supremely confident in my nursing skills, the doctor let us come home.
Here's how Carolyn felt about that:
She's pretty much acting like her usual self...
With quite a bit of extra wheezing.
And now we begin the process of applying for Medicaid.
For the third time.
And praying we get it.
2 comments:
I super hate Medicaid. I hate that it's hard for people who ACTUALLY need it to get it, and easy for bottom feeding scum who have nothing better to do than sit all day in lines at the DES office and all night clubbing with their bottom feeding, crackhead friends TO get it. (can you tell I've recently spent time in said lines?)
Idaho had a thing called Katie Beckett (sp?) that was for families with children and huge medical bills who didn't qualify for state aid. Maybe Texas has something similar?
Maybe now the hospital can help you figure out how to get help from the system? You'd think they'd have tried to help earlier, but maybe they take more pity on babies than sick husbands?
Poor, poor Carolyn. :(
Oh I just want to cry for her...she looks so pittyful! Glad she is doing much better. May God grant you a good year of perfect health...will pray for it!! Y'all need some time off from the sick bug!
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