As I dropped Kian off at school this morning he told me, “Maybe you should put your hat on so you don’t look so crazy when we go into my classroom.”
uncle December 1, 2008
I’m crying uncle and the winter has technically not even begun. We have had colds for 2 weeks. F’s seems to have moved deep into her chest but I really don’t want another doctor visit where I’m told, “This seems to be . . . .a cold.” The night-time hacking in our house is both stunning and tragic. PleaseGod we will get better. T and me being sick is one thing; Kentucky and Fried are entirely another thing.
Add too to our list: corneal abrasion. Yes, dear Kentucky somehow scratched his eyeball. Last Thursday, he made it through lunchtime at school and then T went to get him. He wouldn’t open his eyes, he was screaming in pain, it got worse and worse. Through the night Th, he woke every 1-2 hours screaming. It was a long night. Realizing at that time that it might be more than pinkeye, we took him to ped at 820am. She couldn’t see what was wrong and so sent us up to opthamology. K had his eyes closed the whole time and mostly was sleeping. Well, except when he was screaming and kicking the poor doctor. I’m sure she’s been kicked before. Right? Maybe?
So the whole family waited for TwoHours to see opthamologist. I have to say though that he was almost worth the wait because he was awesomely awesome with K. Honestly. He was absolutely, bar-none, the best. Best.
Anyhoo, he looked and put drops in and looked again and even got K to put his face in the big machine so that he could look into his eye with the blue light. Diagnosed an abrasion. Put more drops into screaming K, then some ointment into more-screaming K. Then we left.
K slept all day Friday. All day. It was kind of freaky. (And blessedly quiet now that I think of it.) He screamed a little more that night, but was definitely feeling better. Improvement continued as we put the ointment in his eye for 5-7 days. Well, except on the 6th day when I was putting the ointment in, as he lay in bed, at night, in the dark. . . . I poked him in the eye with the ointment tube. Yep. The little moments that make me question, seriously, my abilities as a mother.
For now, he is better.
