One Happy Dog Speaks

It was a long Thursday… got up at the normal 5am to get the kids ready for school… but that night we ended up in ER.

He never slept for long. Until they got him into a bed…

Then he slept even better after he could breath…

Luckily after THREE treatments, he cleared up… they had just brought in the blood work stuff to admit him:

when he started to breath normally and his oxygen level settled… at a whopping 98. Never above. Sigh. And the lungs weren’t wheezing as much. Yaa, I got to bring him home. He had one ear infection, the start of another, really bad congestion. I’m still tired. Need the weekend to get here ASAP.

I woke this morning with my chest tight. What in the world? Oh yaa, I have asthma… and it is FRICK’N cold in south Florida. Warm buildings, cold outside… tends to do that to you. My house is set at 70F… still last night at the pack meeting must have set me off. Can’t wait to see how my younger son does today… take a look at this:

Whatcha’ wanna bet that the school has the temp set at 80F or some other high number. Guess I’ll be sending a warning email to his teacher. Though if it was this cold Christmas day it would be awesome. Any bets that it’ll be back in the high 70s by Christmas day?

Asthmatic child… long… long… long… week. Not enough sleep except if you are torturing someone. I’m the one getting tortured. But my child seems to have it under control as of 4am this morning. I am blessed that his teacher has a son with asthma. She has worked with me considerably on this.

Have some cute pictures that will eventually be posted… one day…

Been up all night. Tot has had real severe asthma issues the last couple of days. Scary kind. Call the Pulmonologist at 10:30pm kind. Why? Because you do NOT want to go to the ER here unless it is life threatening. The ER here that I would go to is for kids. And every hospital in the area sends any kids with problems to that ER… and every mom without insurance goes to this hospital… the wait, even when having pretty severe problems, can be hours. The shootings and stuff come first.

I’m rambling because I haven’t had sleep. I am fighting off that breast infection with little to no sleep and worrying and stressing. My son was doing the most shallow breathing I have ever seen. He was breathing. His heart was racing. He was breathing. He had color to his skin… but it was heartbreaking to watch. My hubby was to nebulize Tot and let me sleep until 1am so I could get 4 hours sleep in… and he woke me up at 10pm worried about our son. I got one hour sleep. It’s going to be a long day. Luckily I have an appointment with the pulmonologist at 8:45am this morning.

There is so much going on in this world… but some days the clouds are just beautiful…

At 8:30pm last night, Tot was running 103.6F… a tepid shower and some motrin… by 9:30pm he was at 100F. At 2am it went back to 102F and was climbing. I got it under control but was up til 4:30am doing it. While I love looking up at the clouds… I could do without high temperatures. Asthma and high fevers just do not go well together. But thanks to nebulizers, and a semi-working brain… I have more to be thankful for every day.

Amazing how asthma has a season. Here is a picture of Tot taking his medication while being occupied by a gameboy. Anything to pass the time (click to enlarge):

It brings back memories of when all this started. Bou did a guest post HERE.… reminding me of how far we have gotten with all of this. But it has been a long week with me getting up at least once a night to nebulize him. He is having what is called asthma spasms. Not nearly as bad as some of the all out attacks but still needs to be treated. It is the season.

I thought it odd that the pulmonologist called it ‘the season’… but he wasn’t joking. It has been a hard haul the last couple of weeks. Usually it is brought on by colds or the flu, but there is just something not quite right that is causing some issues. Hopefully it won’t last much longer. Sleep, I need sleep.