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.
Cindy, if I could stand without searing pain, I'd be up there right now using Office Woman's dismembered arms to beat Idiot Doctor over the head.
Reminds me of the time when my brother was hospitalized for his asthma, and with "ALLERGIC TO PEANUTS NOT KIDDING THEY WILL MAKE HIM DEAD" stamped ALL the fuck over his chart, what did the nurse bring him as his first meal after they got him stablized?
(If you said "peanut butter and jelly sandwich," give yourself a gold star. If you want to know where my mom hid the bodies, I've been sworn to secrecy.)
Turns out tweaking the continuum is haaard. And, frankly, incredibly time consuming.
Now I need to see Primer again.
Thanks, erika.
I suspect this is a case of the office frigging up. Tomorrow, I will talk to him personally, and find out. If it was the fault of his staff, he needs to reinstruct them. If it was his fault, I need to find a new doctor.
When something like this happens in a family like ours, the kids are less at risk, because I'm no longer a new mother. Doctors don't impress or intimidate me. I could not care less what they think about me, if we disagree over the treatment of my children. If I want them seen, they'll damn well get seen by someone.
By the same token, I just don't over-react to their illnesses and don't go looking for treatment for every ass-ache and virus. He won't see my kids for a year, because I know the difference between the sort of illness that needs a doctor, and something that has to run its course. In fact, at this check up,he remarked how healthy they'd been, and that he hadn't seen us in ages.
I suspect this is a case of the office frigging up. Tomorrow, I will talk to him personally, and find out. If it was the fault of his staff, he needs to reinstruct them. If it was his fault, I need to find a new doctor.
I bet it was his staff, and I bet when he found out he was furious.
Oh, wow. Thanks everyone.
Oh, Jess! I said, "Oh, no she didn't" before you confirmed the PBJ sandwich. Asshat. I hope your mother did kill them. Sheeesh.
My first drink they brought me after my tonsilectomy was Grapefruit juice. Thank goodness I was a teenager, and knew that much acid was not going to feel good on an open wound. The nurse was all, "Well, you have to drink something," and I said, "Yeah, but not anything acidic." She said I'd get sicker if I got dehydrated. I told her I'd have to be crazy to drink Grapefruit juice, and that I'd wait 'til my mother came back in the room, to see what she said.
Cass, hee. I always put the "who is okay" thing at the beginning, because when I read people's stress stories, my heart is in my throat.
It was unbelievably incompetent to take even a potential allergic reaction that cavalierly. Those things kill people.
Yeah, and this was systemic, which is really scary. A lump at the injection site wouldn't have even turned my head, frankly. Hives? When they're on the Fact Sheet as "severe reaction". Yeah. I'm gonna wait.
Poor Cindy. Her children are out to give her a heart attack.
It's true. Or a stroke.
Oh, Cindy. Tear them a new asshole--since the one they have is obviously plugged up with their HEADS.
*snerk* Cashmere.
vw, how is Toto doing?
JZ, if you lurk, I take it you didn't call today. My mother didn't say anything about it, if you did. I'm home now, but I'm a bit dead, and headachy.
Yikes, Cindy! I'm glad Chris is okay now.
It is probbably better that you wait until tomorrow. 'cause today someone might die.
Oh, Cindy. sends virtual thwappage to asshat doctor's office
