Never A Good Thing... Part One

Never a Good Thing

 

Look! Company...
(damn, eh)?

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Good Morning All...

And so, it was a very busy, (and even a somewhat productive), weekend.

We had an indoor picnic, as it had threatened to rain on Sunday. (Berta had to work on Monday so we had our 'food' a day early). We sat outside for a while before eating.
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Everybody was busy doing something...
Master Gabriel even got busy helping to dig a few weeds...
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Helping Randy do something...
Both with their own shovels too!!!

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The window is finally fixed on my car.
Hopefully it will remain in the 'up' position, (and WHEN I wish it to be up)... hehehe

My old Simplicity tractor has seen more loving attention than it has in years... (Thank you Sweet Pea).
(Pea emailed me the complete owners manual)!
Rick has literally spent hours/days working on the darned thing.
It is still not running correctly; shutting itself off after running for a few moments-
We, (more specifically Greg and Rick, hehehe), are currently in search of a condenser for it.
So far, 'the problem' has been 'narrowed down' about 5 times?
Oh well... (It didn't help that 'parts departments' were closed either).

So when Greg K called yesterday, I asked if he could possibly till my garden one more time so I could plant. He was coming over to cut by the woods anyway...
He pulled in moments later with a tiller~
... AND a brand spanking new John Deere tractor/mower.
He asked if I would care to mow while he tilled...
hehehe "But of course!"

Besides, Master Gabriel was napping. (Casey, her Greg, and I were just relaxing too).

Oh what a treat to use that machine!
While mowing back by the woods, Casey's Greg came running back by me.
(My first thought... "Uh~Oh, Greg doesn't 'run'")...
I drove toward him...
Meeting him halfway, he was ready to pass out...
Inbetween deep gasping breaths he told me that Gabriel had gotten into Ricks medications.
First. Relax.
Then find out what is missing-
He turned to run back to the house, and I stepped on the gas, jumping off the new tractor as I got to the yard- (Not even knowing how to shut it down)...

I got to the house, dialing 911 as soon as I was inside.

By that time, Rick had taken inventory.
Gabriel had chewed up Rick's Glipizide, and was sitting in a chair yakking up a storm...
(Adding to my horror was the fact that he had also gotten into Casey's mascara, and looked a terrible mess).

911 patched me through to Children's Hospital in Milwaukee
(YARGHHH! next to Froedtert)-
It is the closest poison control center.
Listening to my story, she said it would cause Gabriel to be hypoglycemic... (No kidding).
She suggested to get him to the hospital and told me they would keep him for observation.

We hung up.
I then called Roberta, who had gotten done working just an hour before.
I had her to say hi to Gabriel. He began chattering and then handed the phone back to me.
Calmly I told her he was OK, (and reminded her that she had just heard his voice and all).
...Telling her not to panic, but that I had called the Rescue Squad.
Immediately, as if on a damned cue, came those sirens... LOUD...
I filled Mama in quickly; Greg and Rick said they would pick her up...
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Getting strapped in...
Yes, I'd cleaned his 'mascara' off...

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Casey rode with Gabriel in the squad to St. Marys.

And they were off.

Turning, I see Greg K. in the backyard; just calmly watching the entire scene unfold...
Smiling now.
He asks...
"So, is this just another day in The Life of Anne?"

And finally, I could laugh...

I took a shower and drove in to the hospital-
Getting there, our little guy is completely covered in black all over again...
WTH?
~ I really had washed that makeup off?!?!?!?!!!

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This new 'black' was from the charcoal that they had to force~feed him.
It had taken the better part of half a dozen doctors/nurses, plus family, to hold him still to get the IV in, to check his blood sugar, and then to get the charcoal down. (Glad I missed it all)! hehehe
Grandma's prerogative/luck...

This too was washed off quickly...
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And he was quickly looking like our Master Gabriel once more,
just tired...
(Which he wouldn't have been had he taken that nap)...

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Gabriel and his Mama!

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And then back to bed...
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Hmm...
Looks pretty darned tempting to me.
Does anyone know where I can buy one of these beds?
hehehe

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He should be fine- His blood sugar did dip to the low 70's, and was back up into the 80's by the time I left to come home.
St. Marys said they would keep him for 36 hours for observation.
I am thinking that if he did as well during the night that he will be released today... Berta hasn't called yet this morning.
Lucky if she slept for even a few hours all night long...

So today it's back to the boring Life of Anne...
sigh

Hmm... So how was YOUR weekend?

Love to all.

XOXO
Anne

*****  3:20 pm now
Roberta called after I had posted this.
She told me that Gabriels blood sugar had dropped to 50 during the night; and he was immediately given a bolus to bring it right back up.

It did.

At 10 this morning his blood sugar was once again over 90.
They were home by 1 this afternoon.
Needless to say she has rearranged her whole apartment already...

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Tuesday May 27, 2008 - 08:32am (CDT)

Bake and Broil... I Broke the Baby

Good Morning... (er... I so "hope" it is anyway)...

Some of you may have been vigilant enough here to have caught my blast yesterday afternoon. Others might not have, so no worries, (I can blog about darn near anything so I shall just blog about my ex~blast)! hehehe

Does anything happen with rhyme and reasoning attached to it? I think not. Having been so icky~sick with my wasp~stung hand/arm, (and nighty night with the danged benedryl), I did not accompany Miss Casey to the hospital. She was there Saturday night/Sunday morning; with intense pain all over again. She had to visit her primary doctor yesterday afternoon, and said she would call me as soon as she was through there.

Hindsight being 20/20, I should have packed up Master Gabriel and met her there.

But no~o~o~o, I figured that he would need his nap at almost the same time, and chose not to go along.

We played outside for a long time.

Hot as heck, but am afraid I/we are getting somewhat accustomed to the "bake and broil" temps around us.

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He picked some deer apples...

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He picked a few 'weeds' too! ("FOWERZ" as he calls them)!

And all was right with his world; (and mine)...

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Time to come inside or just croak out there, he played with his little blue ball at the bottom of the steps. He would bounce it off of them and go running after it; to the kitchen, or the bathroom or to the back room as well. The ball is actually a bit warped and doesn't roll straight to begin with. (Truth be known, I know people like that)...

I was in the kitchen, having gotten the ball for him at one point. I rolled it back to him... and at that point all hell broke loose.

Punk walked inbetween Gabriel and I. And Gabriel had turned at that exact moment as the ball had rolled past him. And then I am unclear of the details, only that my arms were not long enough, nor my body quick enough to react as I saw him toppling over, hard, and headed for the doorframe.

He caught the doorframe straight in the center of his forehead. A split second late I caught him... No skin had opened up, but a dark streak and an immediate goose egg too.

Then came the breath... This sharp intake... A lungful of air... And the wait for that scream too. (Seemed like a very long wait at the moment too). And out it came!! Punk headed back out to the entrance. (I really don't think she had ran into him, but am not sure either).

The crying didn't last too long, but after trying to check his pupils then I thought better to call Roberta at work. (I won't even get into the bs that they gave me just to get an emergency message to my daughter)... But she came out right away and brought him in to the ER. His xrays came back ok, and just the standard protocol then for possible concussion. Light on the foods, and to wake him every now and then if he seems to be sleeping too long. (What exactly, is "too long" for a child to sleep)? hehehe

Ok I really DO understand what they are saying there... But couldn't resist that one...

In the meanwhile, Casey had been at her own Dr. appointment. I will go back in with her this morning to see how she must self~inject digestion hormones... They are thinking this could be the problem with her pancreas now? I surely hope so. I just want it to be all over/done with for her. With each misdiagnosis,(?), and unsuccessful surgery, she gets just a little bit more bewildered, withdrawn, but still angry too. That 'anger' fuels her right on through the pain most days. She says "no way" can she even give herself the shots. I can do this for her, no problem. I just hope it helps is all.

She now has a formal diagnosis of "Chronic Pancreatitis"... Prayers please.

Time for me to fly. Gee, it seems as Miss Roberta did not believe me when I said I did not care to babysit any longer... hehehe And he is wiggling away to go play now. (I shall buy him a helmet and make him wear it, even to nap)!

Bad, bad Grandma that I am...

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(I think he still loves me)...

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My friends, I hope your Monday was MUCH better than my own, and that you have a fabulous Tuesday as well!

XOXO
Anne

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