To do or not to do...
Well, here I am avoiding all the housework that's piling up around me. Beginning very long rant about Scott and his stomach... A sink full of dishes, laundry to be put away, sweeping the kitchen floor and the accumulation of general clutter. UGH. I went back to work Sunday night and Monday night after almost two weeks off. It wasn't so bad, but I was punished severely for having taken time off. Just as I expected, I ended up with not one but two of our most obnoxious frequent-flyer patients. I knew something like that was going to happen. At least I'd had some time off and didn't feel the need to kill myself...or them...Tuesday morning at 6:30 Scott calls and says he's sick. Thank goodness I didn't have any patients and was able to leave early. I went home, got the kids up and ready for school. Sahara dropped at the bus (where, of course, she wouldn't let me leave her to wait with the neighbor and I had to stay and wait for the bus) then took Jack to school with Scott in the car acting SICK. I won't go into specifics, let's just say he was having difficulties on both ends of the spectrum. He had something like this a few years ago and we thought it was a similar condition that needed antibiotics. He's just got a strange stomach and has problems frequently. A full workup from a specialist in San Antonio never revealed anything. When I got him back to the E.R. they did all the usual stuff. So, 6 hours and 3 liters of I.V. fluid later we go home and he says he thinks he feels WORSE than when we went in. I could tell he was not happy that he didn't feel better, but I tried to explain that it's not magic and he'll just have to ride it out. I get him home, run back to Jack's school and take him to a play-date. I thought I was leaving him at the play-date but it was evident that the mom expected me to stay. A very nice lady and we had a good chat, but I really had to concentrate because the lack of sleep was closing in fast. I called Scott and made him walk up to get Sahara at the bus. I felt only slightly bad about this. It's mean, I know. He called to check in with work and told them that "they didn't really do anything for me at the hosptial". Hmmm..blood work, xrays (which he didn't need), iv and lots of nausea meds. NOTHING? I realize this is the perception people have when they come in and don't necessarily feel better when they leave, but sometimes there is no magic pill. So, yes, I made him get up and get Sahara from the bus. He went back to bed and she called me to say she was home. I told her she could watch PBS until I got home. So, there is my 7 year old basically fending for herself while Scott sleeps. Of course, my m.i.l. calls and Sahara answers the phone and tells her that I'm not there and Scott is sick and she's watching t.v. ACK. I get home, order us a pizza, get the kids bathed and read to and in bed finally. They don't want to go to bed. They give me grief. I announce that if they don't lie down I might start to cry. I think that scared them to sleep. THEN. I go BACK OUT to the pharmacy because we have no immodium. Lovely. Finally crawl into bed after 9pm, and I CAN'T SLEEP! Yesterday I sent Scott to the doctor for a follow-up and the doctor is going to refer him to another specialist to look into his strange stomach. I have some theories myself. The doctor told Scott she would call me and we could discuss things. I've recovered sleep finally and the house is quiet today. If I could only drag myself into the kitchen...