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Aug. 14th, 2007 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI got lucky. The mother who had originally been going to watch Delia during my appointment finally called me last night about nine (I'd left a voicemail and e-mailed, but she'd been out all day). She told me that she was willing to take Delia even if she was sick. That was a huge, huge relief.
Delia was doing better this morning, hardly coughing at all, but she's still not eating. The other mother told me that Delia had a coughing fit after she and the other little girl and the little girl's brother had been playing at the park but that otherwise Delia didn't cough. My suspicion is that Delia's still got a head cold with post-nasal drip and so is feeling kind of bad, just not bad enough to stop her from doing things that she considers fun. Right now, she's in couch potato mode, snuggled up against me and watching Dragon Tales. I think she could have kept going for a while longer but that, having stopped for a little, she's exhausted.
She also hasn't had much to eat or drink today. I'm about to start a campaign to persuade her to drink something-- Water, orange juice, cherry-grape juice, Gatorade, anything she's willing to swallow. Last time she was sick, I had to use a squeeze bulb syringe/medicine dropper to get her to drink anything. (I call it a 'medicine dropper' while Scott calls it a 'syringe.' We both end up confused, so I'm trying to remember that we're talking about the same thing. Maybe if we both call the dratted thing a 'pipette'?) She resists fluids when she's well, and it gets worse when she's sick.
Last night, she coughed a lot and voluntarily went to bed an hour and a half early, skipping dinner. She had a bit of a fever, peaking at 100.4. At one point, after she'd gone to bed, she coughed so hard that she threw up. It was all clear mucous, so we weren't too concerned about that part of things except for the mess and the distress that it caused her. She was pretty thoroughly freaked out.
I told the other mother about all of this when she said she was still willing to take Delia because I wanted her to know what her kids might catch. I suspect that part of her willingness and laid back attitude about it comes from having two kids. The older child, her boy, is seven (I think) and probably gets exposed to every bug that goes through just because he's in school, and the younger child gets exposed to whatever her brother brings home.
The neurology appointment went fairly well, I think. We didn't talk just about the migraines. We also touched on my neck and shoulder problems, my hand tremors (which manifested during the appointment), my vision problems. The doctor referred me for an MRI. I think he was surprised, given my history, that I'd never had one before. He also prescribed something called Lyrica as a preventative. He said it might help several of my problems. I'm not sure exactly when I'll get the prescription filled. It will require an extra trip out for either me or Scott. I suppose it will depend on which of us has time and energy first (and it will probably be him).
The biggest surprise was that they were able to schedule my definitely not urgent (the doctor wrote it up as 'routine') MRI for next week. I won't get any results until November when I see the neurologist again, but I'll have the MRI out of the way. I also won't have too much time to stress out, wondering if I've inherited the contrast dye (iodine) allergy that runs in my father's family. He has it. His siblings both have it. His father had it. I don't know if I do or if either of my sisters do.
(In case anyone compares this entry and the previous one and wonders about my siblings, I have three siblings. Two of them are biologically half-siblings, and they're on different sides of the family and so aren't related to each other (and so my brother doesn't have to worry about my father's iodine allergy). My mother, step-father and brother are all kind of vaguely aware that Laura and I have another sister, but she's largely theoretical to them. I'm not sure they'd think of her when listing my relatives. Likewise, I doubt that Papa, his wife of the moment (she's his third, fourth or fifth, depending on how one counts), and my youngest sister remember my brother when they think of my family. I think the only time the two were ever in the same state at the same time was for my wedding. There's quite an age spread, too. The older of my two sisters is fifteen months younger than I am, our brother is eleven years younger than I am, and our little sister is twenty-three years younger than I am.)
Delia was doing better this morning, hardly coughing at all, but she's still not eating. The other mother told me that Delia had a coughing fit after she and the other little girl and the little girl's brother had been playing at the park but that otherwise Delia didn't cough. My suspicion is that Delia's still got a head cold with post-nasal drip and so is feeling kind of bad, just not bad enough to stop her from doing things that she considers fun. Right now, she's in couch potato mode, snuggled up against me and watching Dragon Tales. I think she could have kept going for a while longer but that, having stopped for a little, she's exhausted.
She also hasn't had much to eat or drink today. I'm about to start a campaign to persuade her to drink something-- Water, orange juice, cherry-grape juice, Gatorade, anything she's willing to swallow. Last time she was sick, I had to use a squeeze bulb syringe/medicine dropper to get her to drink anything. (I call it a 'medicine dropper' while Scott calls it a 'syringe.' We both end up confused, so I'm trying to remember that we're talking about the same thing. Maybe if we both call the dratted thing a 'pipette'?) She resists fluids when she's well, and it gets worse when she's sick.
Last night, she coughed a lot and voluntarily went to bed an hour and a half early, skipping dinner. She had a bit of a fever, peaking at 100.4. At one point, after she'd gone to bed, she coughed so hard that she threw up. It was all clear mucous, so we weren't too concerned about that part of things except for the mess and the distress that it caused her. She was pretty thoroughly freaked out.
I told the other mother about all of this when she said she was still willing to take Delia because I wanted her to know what her kids might catch. I suspect that part of her willingness and laid back attitude about it comes from having two kids. The older child, her boy, is seven (I think) and probably gets exposed to every bug that goes through just because he's in school, and the younger child gets exposed to whatever her brother brings home.
The neurology appointment went fairly well, I think. We didn't talk just about the migraines. We also touched on my neck and shoulder problems, my hand tremors (which manifested during the appointment), my vision problems. The doctor referred me for an MRI. I think he was surprised, given my history, that I'd never had one before. He also prescribed something called Lyrica as a preventative. He said it might help several of my problems. I'm not sure exactly when I'll get the prescription filled. It will require an extra trip out for either me or Scott. I suppose it will depend on which of us has time and energy first (and it will probably be him).
The biggest surprise was that they were able to schedule my definitely not urgent (the doctor wrote it up as 'routine') MRI for next week. I won't get any results until November when I see the neurologist again, but I'll have the MRI out of the way. I also won't have too much time to stress out, wondering if I've inherited the contrast dye (iodine) allergy that runs in my father's family. He has it. His siblings both have it. His father had it. I don't know if I do or if either of my sisters do.
(In case anyone compares this entry and the previous one and wonders about my siblings, I have three siblings. Two of them are biologically half-siblings, and they're on different sides of the family and so aren't related to each other (and so my brother doesn't have to worry about my father's iodine allergy). My mother, step-father and brother are all kind of vaguely aware that Laura and I have another sister, but she's largely theoretical to them. I'm not sure they'd think of her when listing my relatives. Likewise, I doubt that Papa, his wife of the moment (she's his third, fourth or fifth, depending on how one counts), and my youngest sister remember my brother when they think of my family. I think the only time the two were ever in the same state at the same time was for my wedding. There's quite an age spread, too. The older of my two sisters is fifteen months younger than I am, our brother is eleven years younger than I am, and our little sister is twenty-three years younger than I am.)
