*Update at bottom*
Right. SURE we were going to make it to Texas with no health drama. We were to leave tomorrow. Did I really think I would make it down there just fine? No. Of course not.
WHAM! Becca spiked a 104+ fever last night. Vomiting, chills, freaky shaky hallucinating things, nonstop cough. She and I didn't sleep. Well, that's not true, I slept from 6 to 8 a.m.
BAM! Major snowstorm coming through our area tonight.
Travel plans now on hold. I'm trying not to freak out, but when that temporal artery thermometer read 106.5 this morning on Becca? And she was on her hands and knees in the hallway heaving and then all blotchy rashy looking and shaking? I think I lost it. I think that was a fluke reading on the thermometer, but her fever was high. Too high for me.
John is in town, which is nice, but he thinks I'm a total freak. He says I get too worked up. HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa. If he only knew how worked up I really am. And how scared. And how I start to have anxiety attacks thinking this isn't a simple virus. It is something terrible and life-threatening and OH MYGOD what do I do? I'm scared.
And why does this always happen on a weekend? I do not want to go to ER where they will laugh at me and tell me it is just a virus. But, what if it isn't? What if she needs to be seen? I hate this round-a-bout thing in my head. I just want a doctor that does housecalls and then performs psychiatric miracles on me to make me calm the fuck down. Anyone?
When fed a constant diet of Tylenol and Motrin, her fever is in check. Around 101 or 102. She has moments of acting pretty normal, usually about an hour after a Motrin dose, she jumps up and starts acting great. Not hungry or thirsty, but wanting to play. Then, she goes back down to a slump on the couch a few hours later. She is down for bed now and I'm going to bed myself. We are expecting anywhere from 5 to 12 inches of snow tonight, depending on which "EXTREME SEVERE WEATHER 2009! LIVE!" report you watch on TV. So, that means the doctor's office will be closed tomorrow. And the ERs will be jammed. I was SO hoping y'all commenters would get on here and tell me "It is just a virus. Just ride it out. No doctor visit necessary." I am hoping we make it through tonight relatively peacefully and that all will be well in the morning. (Stop laughing at me, Universe!)
Hospice files: P. goes home
9 hours ago