At first I thought she was just feeling crappy with a head ache, and we walked home. We even stopped for the Friday treat at the store. She came home sat on the couch with her ice cream, and then asked could I store it in the fridge for her. Five mins later she was asking me to sit with her. I gave her an ice pack, but it wasn't helping. She started really crying and saying she was going to be sick, then went quiet saying her whole left side felt "hollow". OK so now I'm officially scared, of course Paul isn't home I have no money for a cab, and the ER is about 15 mins away. I start calling all my friends, but no one is home! Finally I get a friend at home and she comes and grabs us and we go off to the ER.
AT the ER the nurses look a t her and we get bumped through triage really quickly and right into and examination room in a section I have never been in before. Not the usual waiting rooms where you sit on the cold paper for another 20 mins till the DR can see you. She was striped down, put on all the monitors and oxygen right away. She was able to answer all the nurses’ questions so, things got calmer as the O2 seemed to perk her up a bit, and she started to get some colour back in her.
NOW she is the drama Queen of the Western World!!!! This makes me insane! , and makes it hard to really figure out what’s going on. The Dr examined her and she complained about everything LOL. He was great with her and at one point looked at me, and I just tried not laugh about the overacting. When he finished he asked if there was anything I needed to tell him, so we went in the hall and I explained that yes she was overacting, but really had been terribly grey etc. He was really sweet and said yeah it happens with kids, he still wanted her to have the head CT and some blood work because she did look very sick and maybe something else was going on to make her dizzy. She had also been complaining about her knee hurting so we had to have an X-ray for that too.
Everything turned out fine, but he was concerned that she DID have a minor head trauma, and possibly a concussion so we absolutely did the right thing bringing her in. (THANK GOODNESS!! I always worry they think I'm an overprotective mom and wasting the time and money of the healthcare system! Fortunately the nurses kept reassuring me I should have been worried by how she looked when she came in) So the little pumpkin head came home got some kids Tylenol and slept in the big bed with mom and dad just in case anything happened in the night.
so that’s my long story. Thanks for letting me vent it out!
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