Frustration 2

Today we took a road trip to Primary Childrens Medical Center in SLC.  We go there on at least an annual basis and sometimes much more frequently.  We needed to see the asthma doc.  The asthma doc measures my kid's lung function and adjusts the meds so that we can live life.  Today he listened to my report, read the reports from the ER and asked, "What happened?"

Darned if I know.  We were cruising along with some minor bumps, allergy season hits and we have some more frequent use of the rescue meds and nebulizer.  Then we had a pretty dramatic crash this week.  Two trips to the ER and then an overnight stay.  The staff at the local ER were very glad that I already had a scheduled appointment with the specialist.

Long story short- adjust the meds, go home and take it very easy for a while.  If things crash again, call the clinic.  Please come in again in the fall or sooner if things go south again.

What I've learned this weekend:
          1.  If your gut says go to the ER, go.
          2.  If you've tried everything you know how to do and it isn't working, go to the ER.
          3.  It's really hard to keep an 11 year old down and quiet.  They have to learn through tough
               experience that getting up and active too soon is pretty painful.
          4.  The doc really meant down and quiet.
               Peak flows measure the stress of up and active too soon.
          5.   A serious flare up will happen at the least convenient time in your life by grand design.
                It is a test.
          6.   I take the good  periods for granted and am surprised by the flares every time.
          7.   I have great help in my child's corner.  The doc helps a lot and the ER staff is great.


     

oh my

This has been a roller coaster spring in so many ways.  Usually life changes come at you one at a time.  They rock your boat.  You recover.  You move on.  Not this year for us.   We have had a new grandbaby, a child's wedding and the death of a parent in the last 6 weeks.  My boat is swamped and the lake is deep.

I believe that time is the answer to most stressful events.  Things look better in the morning.  Things have a way of working themselves and I don't have to have all of the answers right this minute.  But I wish I did.

I love our new grandbaby.  I love our new daughter in law.  They are both precious people in my life and real blessings.

I will miss my mom.  She was a rock and an example.  She lived a full life and we can only hope to do half of the things she did.  I am not sad exactly.  At least not a a lasting, overwhelming sad.  She is fine and in a better place.  She is with family members she has missed for a long time and they are having a grand reunion.  She was with all of us in her last week.  Each child, grandchild and great grandchild visited with her at a wedding and family parties.  We had good long visits.  I am grateful for that in a huge way.

I am tired.  I am sweeping up the confetti after the party.  I am putting away the party dishes.  I am filling out the papers and making the plans for what is expected after each person passes in this life.  I am writing checklists of things and crossing them off one by one.  I just got up for the day and I need a nap.

But it will be okay in the morning.