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So am I the only one who thought last night's American Idol episode was the most boring one ever? Good lord. I mean, yeah, Crystal and Casey sounded great. And Lee sounded great....even though he looks like someone beat him with the ugly stick. But it was an entire show of completely unremarkable performances. And normally I like Siobhan, but what the hell was up with the alien costume she had on? And the way she sang that song made her sound closer to 50 than 20. I also hated the fact that I liked Tim.
Enough meanness....Glee was great! There were so many hysterical lines in it. I loved the one where Sue told Will that he had enough hair product in to season a wok. *snort* And the "dolphins are gay sharks" one. Can't wait til next week.
So Scotty and I have had the flu. Last week, remember, I took him to the doc and then to the ER (later in the day) when he threw up his feeding tube. That was on friday. So they said to bring him back in on sunday if he was keeping food down to have his tube replaced. By sunday he was feeling fine, so we went back in and got the best doc ever. Scotty was terrified and crying before we even got there. So the doc asked about how the last tube placement had gone. I told him that it took four of us to pin him down and that they had to try SEVERAL times to get it in. He was horrified. He said "Great....so now they leave you with a kid who will be terrified of doctors and hospitals for the rest of his life". Yep, that's kinda how I felt too. It seemed awfully barbaric for a childrens hospital. Anyway, so this doc said that he absolutely refused to traumatize a child like that. So he shot him up with Ketamine and slid the tube right in with nary a protest. Scotty has no memory of ever having even been to the hospital.
Unfortunately, that tube lasted for all of four hours before he threw it up. Sigh. By that time I was already in bed with my turn at the stomach flu....so Tom was handling the tube feeding, and then the subsequent vomit clean up. He had to run Scotty to the doc on Monday morning by himself because I couldn't even stand up. The doc checked Scotty's weight and gave him a look-over and sent him home with a prescription for nausea meds. He was supposed to be seen at the specialist's office yesterday, but I had to reschedule to next week. We did email back and forth with the doc (the is the asshole anti-sushi doc. I'm fairly certain he's a graduate of the Josef Mengele School of Medicine) to let him know what was going on. He decided that we should leave the tube out for a week or two until this flu is completely gone. He doesn't seem to want to address the fact that Scotty is sick every two weeks and that this will keep happening over and over again.
Needless to say, we're going to schedule our consult with a different specialist in the meantime.
So now Scotty and I are both laying around the house trying to recover. He hasn't thrown up today....and he did manage to eat two soybutter sandwiches. But he still has the explosive diarrhea and he's whining and crying constantly. Since I'm not feeling any better than he is, it's getting pretty tough to deal with. Welcome to motherhood.
We have to pick up Naisa in an hour and take her to the dentist. I'm thinking I'll take a nap when we get back.
Enough meanness....Glee was great! There were so many hysterical lines in it. I loved the one where Sue told Will that he had enough hair product in to season a wok. *snort* And the "dolphins are gay sharks" one. Can't wait til next week.
So Scotty and I have had the flu. Last week, remember, I took him to the doc and then to the ER (later in the day) when he threw up his feeding tube. That was on friday. So they said to bring him back in on sunday if he was keeping food down to have his tube replaced. By sunday he was feeling fine, so we went back in and got the best doc ever. Scotty was terrified and crying before we even got there. So the doc asked about how the last tube placement had gone. I told him that it took four of us to pin him down and that they had to try SEVERAL times to get it in. He was horrified. He said "Great....so now they leave you with a kid who will be terrified of doctors and hospitals for the rest of his life". Yep, that's kinda how I felt too. It seemed awfully barbaric for a childrens hospital. Anyway, so this doc said that he absolutely refused to traumatize a child like that. So he shot him up with Ketamine and slid the tube right in with nary a protest. Scotty has no memory of ever having even been to the hospital.
Unfortunately, that tube lasted for all of four hours before he threw it up. Sigh. By that time I was already in bed with my turn at the stomach flu....so Tom was handling the tube feeding, and then the subsequent vomit clean up. He had to run Scotty to the doc on Monday morning by himself because I couldn't even stand up. The doc checked Scotty's weight and gave him a look-over and sent him home with a prescription for nausea meds. He was supposed to be seen at the specialist's office yesterday, but I had to reschedule to next week. We did email back and forth with the doc (the is the asshole anti-sushi doc. I'm fairly certain he's a graduate of the Josef Mengele School of Medicine) to let him know what was going on. He decided that we should leave the tube out for a week or two until this flu is completely gone. He doesn't seem to want to address the fact that Scotty is sick every two weeks and that this will keep happening over and over again.
Needless to say, we're going to schedule our consult with a different specialist in the meantime.
So now Scotty and I are both laying around the house trying to recover. He hasn't thrown up today....and he did manage to eat two soybutter sandwiches. But he still has the explosive diarrhea and he's whining and crying constantly. Since I'm not feeling any better than he is, it's getting pretty tough to deal with. Welcome to motherhood.
We have to pick up Naisa in an hour and take her to the dentist. I'm thinking I'll take a nap when we get back.