However, those plans were dashed this morning, when our little patient took a turn for the worse. The much worse. I'll spare you the gory details, but today we lost the battle when it came to staying ahead of dehydration. In the early afternoon when CJ couldn't remember what we'd done that morning, I knew he was in Loopyville and we were in trouble.
We were up at Group Health by about 1:30 p.m. Mercifully/amazingly, there was no one in the Urgent Care waiting room again, as was the case when we were there on Sunday morning.
Even though CJ was pretty much out of it, it didn't take long for CJ's nurse David to declare that CJ sounded "older and smarter" than him, LOL.
We had a different doctor this time, a young woman. She was very attentive, a good listener, and basically gave us the exact opposite advice as what we got on Sunday from another attentive physician regarding diet and OTC treatments. Swell.
In better news, we got what I wanted for CJ, namely and IV. That's what he needed most today and it was the one thing I couldn't do for him at home.
They ordered some blood work for CJ pre-IV, and I don't think he has ever had his blood drawn in his 11 years. He wasn't exactly stoic about that and having an IV lead placed in, at least initially. I managed to distract him enough while the very skilled nurse and an assistant did their thing.
Frankly CJ, who is usually very polite and compliant, for lack of a better term, was not liking any of this afternoon's experience, really. Even when the nurse went to stick a thermometer under CJ's tongue, CeeJ balked. I called him on it and he explained to me his reaction was based on a 'primal fear' and that no one likes having 'private spaces' invaded. Had to give him that.
And you should have heard CJ when, out of nowhere, during the visit developed a fever of nearly 103. The doctor ordered up some Tylenol and CJ was AGHAST. "Tylenol?! Have you seen what that did to children in the 1960s?" he screeched. "Google images for Tylenol and babies. I dare you!" he challenged.
I had NO idea what feverish CJ was talking about and I asked him if he meant aspirin and Reye's Syndrome? He insisted that it was Tylenol, and then told me we saw photos of the horrors it caused in London at Science Museum. Suddenly, my mind made the leap and I started laughing and said, "That was thalidomide, not Tylenol!"
Feverish, indignant CJ reluctantly took the Tylenol and hoped that his limbs didn't start malforming. :/
Ah yes, good times at the Urgent Care.
BTW, you should have seen CJ walking down the halls of the hospital wearing his leopard print Snuggie, which we brought from home to help him be comfy. It was hysterical. It was flowing out behind him, rather regally, might I say. At one point we all broke out into song (think "If I were King of the Forest!" from "The Wizard of Oz").
He's been tested for giardia - it was negative. The 'C. Difficile Toxin' test was negative, too. He had a blood panel done. He was low on lymphocytes and high on monocytes, and his potassium is low, no shocker there. We're waiting for tests for salmonella and ova & parasites.
We're hoping tomorrow is a better day.
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