Drama'd Out

We are alive. I am just extremely tired from the fuckedupedness* that is this week. Way to start this year off with a bang. Sigh.

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Ja.son: The Tuesday drama

The surgery went off without any problems. They waited to do anything to him until after they had put him to sleep. I changed him into his hospital gown and gave him a cocktail of ty.lenol and versed about 10 minutes before his scheduled time. They had me suit up in an outfit and let me carry him into the operating room, where I held him while they gassed him to sleep.

Ja.son pre-op, just after he took his little cocktail. He is quite loopy here. (Notice his right eye is turned. They alternate turning in, which meant his surgery was bilateral.) I look like shit here. I had only had an hour and half of sleep because of the mom drama.


His recovery cubicle was the exact same one I had for my surgery. He had the same nurse, too. (She remembered me...or at least my hives. lol. She said she was worried about me. Aw shucks.)



They let me get into the bed with him to hold him. He slept on me like that while the anesthetic was wearing off. Well, he slept when he wasn't screaming or violently thrashing around trying to hurt me. He became pretty violent from the drugs.

Such a sweetie pie in this photo. It was sort of like the calm before the storm. (Is it strange that we took pictures of this?)

They let us leave after about an hour.

Yesterday afternoon with Ja.son was beyond horrible. It didn't matter what we did, it wasn't right. He screamed for hours and was generally inconsolable for the entire day. I am not kidding. I couldn't talk--or be quiet. I couldn't move. I couldn't leave his sight. Awful. It took both of us to hold him down and prevent him from hurting himself at times. (It was scary, too.)

Thankfully, he seems to be in a better mood today. He even did his therapy!

Note to self: Anesthesia and my two year old = a bad combination, that is for sure.

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My mom: the Monday drama

My mom is now able to open her eyes, but she is still so dizzy she can't get herself out of bed without help. They gave her zofran, ativan, and an anti dizziness medication. The meds only have a limited effect on her symptoms so far. The ER doctor diagnosed her with positional vertigo.

It started on Monday at 4:19 pm. She was sitting on the floor with the boys and moved her head just so. She was immediately nauseous and her eyes started to bother her. She crawled to the phone (about 30 feet) and called me at work. What time was I coming home wanted to know. Every one's fine she assured me but she wanted me to come home.

I got there to find her sitting on the floor by the phone holding her head. I asked her what was wrong. She told me she was dizzy and nauseated. She said that one moment she was fine, but the next she was dizzy and couldn't open her eyes.

Needless to say, I freaked the fuck out. Made her smile at me. She did. In my head I was playing all of the scenarios...was it a stroke?...oh, God, don't let it be a stroke...I have to watch her smile again...what if this had happened and I was nowhere near?...what am I going to do with the boys?...

I tried to get her up to my car to take her to the ER. She couldn't do it and sort of collapsed on floor. Then she started vomiting.

Ja.son started crying hysterically. Sh.awn then started crying because Ja.son was crying.

I freaked the fuck out even more and called 911.

Fast forward 10ish hours, after blood work, a CT scan, a MRI, and a lot of waiting later and she was discharged. Got her home at 2:45 am. You know the rest.

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My mom is my childcare. Both Is.aac and I were out on Tuesday. I went to work today while Is.aac stayed home with the boys. Tomorrow we'll switch. I don't know what we'll do on Friday. Sadly, we don't have a plan B as far as childcare goes.

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Wednesday's drama:

My pal, IB, came back today. It is most unpleasant to have to go to the restroom but not be able to leave the room. Most unpleasant. The second that bell would ring would be my cue to RUN to the bathroom. I may have shoved people out of the way in my haste. Maybe. Probably.

I think I am feeling better. Can't be much left in me at this point anyway. (sorry about the tmi)

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More Wednesday drama:

I just found out today that as of September 30th, my district will no longer be using my HMO provider.

I am hyperventilating here.

In our situation, our insurance provider has done everything we've asked it to with relatively zero issues. For all the medical issues we've had over the last few years (NICU, surgeries, etc), we've payed either the $25 copay for dr. visits or $250 co-pay for hospital stays. That is it.

And now?

Now I can either change us to PPO, which I fear would break us financially, or use one of two other insurance providers for HMO. The crappy possibilities are going to keep me up at night, I am sure.

The special open season for those affected ends in two weeks.

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I have hives all over my hands. They itch like crazy. Picture me using an old wire brush to scratch them with...um, yeah. I am afraid to take benadryl because I am not really sure if it will help or just make them worse.

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Oh, and the dentist called to remind me that I had an extraction scheduled for tomorrow. Needless to say, I cancelled. I think I need all the wisdom I can get at this point.

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I am ready for Thursday to be a nice quiet day full of lots of rest. I think I am all drama'd out, thank you very much.

*Sorry about the curse words. I usually don't use them. But lately, they just seem so appropriate.