The Neverending Story...

I'm starting to wonder if we'll EVER be well!

Had words with the on call nurse at the pedi office last night.
I'm sorry, but after watching my child cough for 40 out of 60 minutes, watching him gag on his own phlegm, and watching him wretch so hard with bronchospasms to the point that he can't catch his breath, his chest sinks in, and his face turns dark red until he spontaneously vomits & finally takes the deepest breath you've ever seen----yeah, that's not flippin' easy to witness or try to console your child through....

I told her that I want albuterol, or SOMETHING to help with the coughing. I don't really care what the American Pediatric people say about kids & cough syrups for 3 year olds. What I do care about is my little boy getting some freakin' oxygen, getting better, and having a pedi office that actually gives a sh*t.

And guess what else: on call nurse is on call all night, and I have the number. If I don't get some sleep, she won't either. Because even if she doesn't answer the phone, she has to check the voicemails... I'm just sayin'. If I didn't get something to help last night, I was tempted to call every few minutes, "Hey, it's me again. We're still up. Still coughing...Just thought I'd let you know...", "Hey. It's Gage's mom again. He's no better. Just wanted you to know.", "Hey, it's me again. Maybe you should call that doc on call again. I'm just sayin', listen to this: cough*cough*cough*vomit!", "Hey, it's 4am. We're still up....this is pretty horrible, but hey, I'm sure glad to share the journey with ya."

Okay....maybe it's the lack of sleep that is getting to me.
Maybe it's the fact that MY head is full of snot.
Maybe it's the mama bear in my coming out.
I dunno....

On the books for today: head out to the mother in law's to use her oversized washer to wash the puke off all my bedding. The comforter won't fit in my washer....and she loves me, so that's where I'm headed.

Oh, and top it all off: Gage was crying for a band-aid this morning. It looks like he may have a fever blister at the corner of his mouth! Ugh. I could be wrong, and it may just be dry/cracked. I'm not super great at knowing the difference, but it looks like a fever blister to me. We'll see.....

The good news: the doc on call prescribed some orapred for Gage & I picked it up. Um...at first, he looked like he was on crack, all hopping around & climbing the walls. After that, major crash & he asked to go to bed. He slept until the middle of the night, and then came & crawled into bed with us.
Poor buddy. At least the steroid seemed to help calm things enough for him to get some sleep....