Why, yes, I do! Even if I have not posted on it in, oh, more than a week.
After I posted about my bitterness over not being able to take our planned babymoon, karma decided to slap me around a little for my ungratefulness. The weird fever thing that Connery had turned into a full-blown asthma cold, with plenty of hacking to go around. By (last) Monday morning, it was clear that school was out and a trip to the doctor's office was in order. We got the standard array of knock-it-out steroids and went home assuming that those would kick in and he would be on the mend.
Not so much.
On Tuesday, I had to drive to Bozeman to take a three-hour glucose tolerance test to rule out gestational diabetes. (For those of you who haven't had the pleasure, the test involves four separate blood tests, the first given after a 12-hour fast, and the next three in successive hours after drinking a sugary concoction that tastes roughly like orange soda without any carbonated water added to it. Bleah. And, also, ow.) By the time I got out and called Chip--who was at home with Connery--the asthma was getting worse, not better. We decided that another call to the doctor was in order. She told Chip to take Connery to the E.R. I had to stay in Bozeman and work, which went really well. Concentration? None.
Within a couple of hours, the E.R. docs had consulted with Connery's pediatrician and decided that he needed to be admitted to the hospital "for observation." It turned out that observation would also involve IV steroids, multiple chest x-rays, and an overnight stay--joys for any four-year-old. Would you believe that getting to watch all the TV he wanted and being served food in bed made up for all of it? When he was released about 36 hours later, he cried because he didn't want to go home. Home, you know, where Mom and Dad never bring him meals on trays and occasionally demand that the Child Zombification Unit be turned off.
We did eventually get him home, though he has demanded to return to the hospital whenever he gets sick. I guess it says a lot for the standard of care in our little-town hospital.
Anyway, by Thursday (the day after he was released) he was already well enough to go back to school for most of the day, albeit with a lunchtime visit for his nebulizer treatment. And we did get to go to Missoula on Saturday, while Connery went to Great Falls with Nana and Grandpa, so karma did ease up a little, which I appreciated.
He'll have a doctor's appointment today with his regular pediatrician to check out his lungs and then will see an asthma specialist next month. Ironically, it is the same specialist who was my doctor back when I was an asthmatic kid. Let's hope he's kept up on the research.
Next up: Regular blogging featuring content not involving nebulizers or doctors. Yee-hah!