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senoritafishEveryone is some kind of sick except me and my father. John is sick for the third time in a month - he says it feels different but the outward symptoms are similar. The boys went camping with Grandma and Gigima this weekend, and came down with coughs, although they might have had something before they left, because Avalon seems to have it too. She's been coughing so hard she winds up making herself throw up, so off we went to the doctor yesterday. Angus came along because his teacher sent him home from school after he'd been there an hour. Dr. thought her cough was just a cold as she didn't have a whole lot of chest congestion. It turns out, though, she has an ear infection as well, though she hadn't indicated her ears were hurting. By coincidence, the book Angus picked out to read in the waiting room was a board book of "All About Otitis Media" - and he was fascinated, of course, by the pictures of the insides of ears and photos of healthy and infected ear drums. She has to go back in three weeks to have her ears rechecked.
A nasty surprise at the pharmacy - my prescription insurance changed again, and since this particular medication is a brand name, we had to pay $45 inside of only the $5 I was expecting. I also should have asked if there was a generic equivalent. Another chunk of change I owe my father - end of the month and all. Oh and I forgot to mention the 2 am trip to the pharmacy when John's rescue inhaler ran out. Stupid insurance - allowing only one rescue inhaler at a time (per month) is idiocy when someone's life can be depending on it.
Dad went outside to call the cat in, banged his arm on a wall, and instead of getting a dent or a bruise like we would have gotten, ripped a flap of skin off his arm! He's getting to the age where his skin is getting fragile. He was only going to put a band-aid on it, but I made him go to the emergency room in case he needed stitches. They cleaned it out properly (the main thing I was concerned about) and put a clear dressing on it, and told him to see his doctor. He still hasn't made an appointment, even though I've been bugging him about it.
And the worst piece of news. John's mother phoned while I was picking up Gareth at school. John was asleep and my dad answered. He didn't want to wake him up, and Connie told him her mother (Gigima)was in the hospital - in the cardiac unit and on a ventilator. We don't know whether it's her asthma or her heart - but apparently she had stopped breathing. Connie was understandably terse when John was finally able to get hold of her later. She just went camping with the boys and John's mom this weekend. John says he'll try to contact his mom again after he picks Gareth up from school. She is three years older than my father and has always struck me as a tough bird, but if you can spare some good thoughts...
A nasty surprise at the pharmacy - my prescription insurance changed again, and since this particular medication is a brand name, we had to pay $45 inside of only the $5 I was expecting. I also should have asked if there was a generic equivalent. Another chunk of change I owe my father - end of the month and all. Oh and I forgot to mention the 2 am trip to the pharmacy when John's rescue inhaler ran out. Stupid insurance - allowing only one rescue inhaler at a time (per month) is idiocy when someone's life can be depending on it.
Dad went outside to call the cat in, banged his arm on a wall, and instead of getting a dent or a bruise like we would have gotten, ripped a flap of skin off his arm! He's getting to the age where his skin is getting fragile. He was only going to put a band-aid on it, but I made him go to the emergency room in case he needed stitches. They cleaned it out properly (the main thing I was concerned about) and put a clear dressing on it, and told him to see his doctor. He still hasn't made an appointment, even though I've been bugging him about it.
And the worst piece of news. John's mother phoned while I was picking up Gareth at school. John was asleep and my dad answered. He didn't want to wake him up, and Connie told him her mother (Gigima)was in the hospital - in the cardiac unit and on a ventilator. We don't know whether it's her asthma or her heart - but apparently she had stopped breathing. Connie was understandably terse when John was finally able to get hold of her later. She just went camping with the boys and John's mom this weekend. John says he'll try to contact his mom again after he picks Gareth up from school. She is three years older than my father and has always struck me as a tough bird, but if you can spare some good thoughts...
