Morphine, QT, word cookies.

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A beautiful day today which is good because I’m anxious.  Today was the day I took Edda downtown to the third to last of her pre-op appointments  – anesthesiology and hospitalist.  This is the only time I needed to go downtown and even though I think I’m prepared for it all emotionally, I am not.  I’ve not been to Children’s on a weekday (my clinicals there were on a weekend), so I walk into the hospital and it’s loud, there are tons of people moving around and there are lots of crying kids.

I am feeling a bit sorry for myself, it was a long day.  We met with two sorts of anesthesiologists – one a nurse practitioner and one an actual anesthesiologist.  Both are asking questions, both are telling me what’s going to happen – I’m not actually sure if I need to know. Two IVs, an arterial line to monitor blood pressure, she’ll be intubated down her throat and she won’t be breathing at all on her own because the pain meds and muscle relaxant drugs will be administered at such a level that her breathing will be depressed and therefore a machine needs to control that.  She’ll be face down which also makes it more difficult to breath.  And because she’s at risk for long QT syndrome, they’ll probably forgo the methadone (longer acting) for pain control during the procedure and go with morphine (shorter acting and therefore more frequent dosing) and also maybe not do the Zofran as an anti nausea med because it could prolong QT.  This careful explanation just makes me more and more anxious. And neither of these two people are going to be actually administering the medications to Edda during surgery, it’ll be one of 40 that rotate through the operation bays and days.  They asked if Edda had loose teeth (which might interfere with the intubation).

Then I met with the hospital pediatrician who’ll be taking care of Edda on the floor (one of four peds assigned, so I’ll likely see her), she’ll be transitioning Edda from the surgical suite to the ICU (hopefully only one night) and then to the ortho floor (hopefully four nights).  She asked about our house – what equipment do we have?  We have: stair lift, bath chair & accessible shower, ramps, accessible van, bed with side rails.  We have everything which will make the case manager’s job simple.  She asked if we have nursing care and I said no (well, except me) and that we wouldn’t qualify for nursing care anyways and she agreed.

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Edda likes these bubblers.  I should get her one.  To top it off, I think Edda’s getting Vince and Jeremy’s cold.  She’s having trouble swallowing tonight and is really quiet.  I think her throat is sore, but the pediatrician looked at it in the hospital 12 hours ago and though it did look a tiny bit red (Edda’s been sniffling), but nothing dramatic.

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I can not read a book, I can not work, I can not concentrate while I’m at the hospital.  I can only play this particular word game.  I’m afraid it’ll be a week of it during/after the surgery.

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Track, hair cut, couches.

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I go to Montgomery College to use their track as MCPS has stricter rules about when their track is open to the public and, honestly, the college track is closer to the house.  I don’t park on campus (I have no parking permit), I park on a side street and cut through an apartment complex that has a fence with a door that leads almost straight to the track that is usually open from 5:30 am to 11 pm. There usually isn’t a problem, but I haven’t been to the track in a number of months and today, I find a large bush planted right in front of the gate on the apartment side.  There are also two conflicting signs on the fence, one that says welcome to our tobacco free campus and one that says private property no trespassing.  I think the apartment complex and the college are in a fight.  Anyways, I walked past the bushes to the track where I found a number of community members out walking and jogging including a bunch of very nice people who wanted me to join their Herbalife nutrition club (I politely declined).

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I indulged Vince in another sick day.  My own tendencies (in all things) is to just suck it up and proceed, so if I was as sick as Vince was today, I would have gone to school and done whatever it is I could do because you’d fall behind if you didn’t just go and hear what the teacher said, but I know he feels crappy, so I went against what I would normally do myself and let him sleep in.  But I did (when he was happy on Motrin) make him get a haircut with me.  He said that he thought the Hair Cuttery was a place where only old people when to get their haircut and I reminded him that we were out at noon on Tuesday and that all non-old people are at school or at work.  Oh yeah, he replied.

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And I made him eat a hamburger.  Well, I didn’t have to make him.  See?  He’s well enough to eat a hamburger with gusto.  He should have probably gone to school.

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And we shared fried green beans with ranch dressing.  Mmmm..

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Gene and Bette gave us their very nice white couches when they bought new ones for their apartment.  Those things need to be slipcovered ASAP before we cover them with poop, sriracha, black dog/human hair, and chocolate.

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Sick, Motrin, cookie.

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Small photos today for some reason.  I’ll figure it out later.  Jeremy & Vince both felt ill last night and so today, I let them both sleep in and see if the rest would do them some good.  Edda seemed a little bit sniffly, but otherwise in good spirits, so I fed her breakfast and then off to school for her.

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Vince & Jeremy both decided to work from home, Jeremy working on catching up and Vince emailing all his teachers to figure out what is due when and if he could postpone some exams this week.

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Both the boys are pretty good when the Motrin is at the height of its efficacy, but they both feel pretty lousy when it starts to wear off.

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Gong gong and Vince are back at it (it being daily Chinese lessons) – this time virtual study sessions.

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Date night: grocery store

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Cookies.  I wanted one but I didn’t buy any.  Not even a small one.

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