Ah, Morley Field, you really were close to my place. Innit the prettiest little park?
It was quite nice, although after circling for close to an hour looking for parking (ample parking my butt!), then hiking in from where I eventually found a spot (corner of Upas and Pershing. What's the deal with that hill? Dang!) I was in less of a proper frame of mind to appreciate it than I might otherwise be.
I have figured out the time for Friday. Which is amazing as I was alone by 2 and I am pretty sure that there was an hour of b.org screwing around but I still managed to code eight hours. I must have been here longer or summat.
Psst. Cass has figured out how to tweak the space-time continuum. Pass it on.
edited 'cuz then and than are not the same thing, and someone as anal and me could not let it stand.
Christopher, who is okay, had an allergic reaction to him MMR shot, this morning. My doctor's office completely botched their response. In the office, everyone except for me and Chris was inclined to think he was upset. That--I get. Once the rest of them thought it was just upset, I stopped arguing. But I knew what I'd seen. He'd cried as kids do, then gotten over it. Then he started coughing. Then he sneezed a couple of times, out of the blue. Then his face started turning red. THEN he got upset again. He was tapping on his chest, and saying it didn't feel right. He said he couldn't drink my water. He said he had something in his nose. The doctor listened to his chest, and said he was fine. I should have gotten insist--y then, but didn't.
We left around 11, but I knew on the way home that this was more than upset. We were going to stop for treats, but I insisted we go right home, so I could leave Ben with my mom and Julia, and take Chris back to the doctor. Chris was itching in the car, and by the time we got home, he had hives, and was flushed bright red, head to toe.
Called Dr's office, woman-on-phone said, "Oh, he was just upset."
I said, "No. I've been his mother for five years now. I know what he looks like when he's upset. This is not it. This has nothing to do with being 5 and not liking shots. He's having an allergic reaction. He's congested and he's got hives. He's also beet red, from head to toe."
Office woman said, "Well, just give him some Benedryl; it's probably a mild reaction" so I told her that was unacceptable, quoted back to her the sorts of reactions to MMR that are considered severe (according the MMR vaccine fact sheet given me by their freaking office) and are supposed to be seen by a doctor, and insisted that he be seen. She told us to come back in. A minute later, she called back (it was getting on their lunch time you see) and said nobody was available to see him until 2:30.
By this time, I'd already written them off in my head. I'd given him the Benedryl, and intended to cart him off to the Emergency Ward, if I didn't see improvement or if I saw it worsening.
At 12:30, my pediatrician called ME out of the blue, and said, "Now they're saying it sounds like an allergic reaction."
NOW? WTF is up with the "NOW"? I'd been saying that since we were in the damned office.
So, I said, "Yeah, that's what I've been saying."
I did not call him FUCKO.
"Well, you need to get him to the Emergency Ward, right away. He'll need shots."
"Call them and tell them we're coming. He's waited far too long, as it is," I said.
"Well, if you just go down, they'll see him and..."
"No. You listen to me. He has waited long enough. I wanted him looked at by you, an hour ago. He's red from head to toe. He's congested. He has hives, is itchy, and his voice is a little hoarse.
You
need to call the ER now, and you need to tell them that YOU sent us, and that when we get in Christopher is to be seen immediately, because he has waited too long as it is."
We were essentially treated like royalty at the E.R., and Chris is okay (and did not need shots, thank you, God, because he would have been totally upset) because the Benedryl finally kicked in (it took at least an hour and a half).
My doctor and his office staff live, for the nonce. Tomorrow, when I can think, there shall be--how you say--ripping of some new ones.
I think my mom did call a few of my doctors and therapists "FUCKO" in her pre-internet working-class way. The love was so mutual.
Glad he is all right because you stuck to your guns.
OMG, Cindy. First, so glad that Chris is okay now. Second, that ped's office screwed up. They deserve all the ripping you give them tomorrow.
Holy cow, Cindy! That's sounds so frustrating and SCARY and I'm surprised *you* aren't displaying some hives of your own after all that stress.
Give 'em the Mom Face of Death, Cindy.
Oh, Cindy, that is awful. You should not have been treated that way at all. I'm glad you were seen right away at the ER, but oy. I'm so sorry you had to go through that! What a day!
First of all, thank you for beginning with:
Christopher, who is okay, had an allergic reaction to ...
because really I don't know if I would have been breathing until I had gotten to the end otherwise.
Tomorrow, when I can think, there shall be--how you say--ripping of some new ones.
Tomorrow?!? Want someone to quick like a bunny come over and bop them with a cluestick until they bleed and beg and promise never ever ever to jeopordize a child's health and life like this again?
How terrifying and frustrating and about a billion other not good things. I don't even have words and I *always* have words. I'm unshutupable.
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Psst. Cass has figured out how to tweak the space-time continuum. Pass it on.
Turns out tweaking the continuum is haaard. And, frankly, incredibly time consuming.
I really hope I get more done today than simply writing down what I did for the last two weeks. Sheesh.
edit: One (week) down. One to go. There should be flaying.
It was unbelievably incompetent to take even a potential allergic reaction that cavalierly. Those things kill people.
Poor Cindy. Her children are out to give her a heart attack.
Oh, Cindy. Tear them a new asshole--since the one they have is obviously plugged up with their HEADS.
