Category: The Samantha Years
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All the thoughts of a turtle are turtle….Emerson
A day is 24 hours….. 1440 minutes….. 86,400 seconds….. A lot can happen in 86,400 seconds. Oxygen levels can regulate on their own, heart rates can become consistent, lipase levels can decrease, temps can drop to normal…..even a mama can find her ‘kool‘ again. That’s right we’re kool….and hangin‘ on the 8th floor. Chillin like…
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PICU Sucks
I wanted to say I hate the PICU…. But I don’t really. I just hate the fact we’re here. The PICU stands for the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit…..reserved for really sick kids. The doors are all sliding glass so the nurse can observe kids 24 hours a day. We are at one end of the…
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All’s Quiet on the Western Front…..
Therefore I am heading off to my hospital cot. Samantha is hanging in there. She is one tough little pickle. She has a lower respiratory infection which explains her low grade temps and possibly her seizures. The infection has also created excess fluid in her heart and lungs so we are also being followed by…
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Blocked
“You have a block,” My acupuncturist said. “Of course I do. Don’t touch it. That dam was made with blood, sweat and tears. Please don’t unblock me. God only knows what will happen if we unclog four years of emotional schmegma. I could be rendered useless for the next 100 years.” Seriously, useless……100 years. But…
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PPPHHHHHFFFFFF
I am not a fan of seizures. And I have forgotten what it’s like to have a child with uncontrolled seizures because for 2 1/2 years we had good seizure control on the diet. Bettter-than-I-thought seizure control….. Now we don’t really have good control and I miss it. Alas, time to tweak another med. Samantha…
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