Don’t Expect This To Be Coherent

I haven’t been purposely ignoring my blog.
Life got in the way.  It happens sometimes.

Vista finally has an aide. We met her last week for the first time and she’s lovely. I think she’s going to work out well. She’ll be spending a few hours every morning with V, either working with her at home or going to preschool or other activities with her.

We were supposed to have the aide here this week, but we had to put it all on hold because V’s been sick.  (I believe that’s referred to as Murphy’s Law.  That Murphy is  a giant douche.  He probably didn’t like puppies either.  Jerk).

It started with a mild cough Sunday night that progressed to a fever hitting 107 on Monday …and a little bit of mommy freak out when the temp was so high that the thermometer couldn’t read it.  Did you know some digital thermometers have a max temp reading, after which it just says ‘High’, which – note to manufacturers- isn’t really fucking helpful?  Yeah, neither did I.  It’s something I would be happy still not knowing.

She also had her first febrile seizure. That would be what ended up prompting hospital visit #1.

Three hospital visits later and we have a diagnosis of pneumonia with a throat inflammation that caused her to start coughing 100 times a minute. When she gets sick, she doesn’t do it half-assed.

It’s been a long sleepless week.

The cough syrup with codeine, that the ER doc prescribed for her cough, is my new best friend. And Vista actually likes to take it.  Yes, you read that right.  My child who fights every med we give her, willingly takes the cough syrup.  I don’t get it, either.  It’s a fight to give her Children’s Tylenol, but this disgusting cough syrup is OK in her books.  *sigh*  Whatever.  I don’t have to fight to get her to take it.  This is a good thing.

Unfortunately, with her being so sick, it means I’ve had to cancel my trip for next week down to California with @FlyGirlWS, to see a taping of the Ellen show.   Which sucks.  Big time.  *insert giant sad panda here*

So with all that going on, even the thought of blogging takes too many brain cells.

I promise I’ll be back when my I can think coherently again.  Which will hopefully be soon.

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