I started this on Wednesday, so Today refers to Wednesday :) yes, you read that right. This blog is entirely devoted to steroids and our most recent ER visit (today). I can't even make this shit up. Life seems to happen to us a little bit more than it does other people, and I PROMISE I am sending out good karma!! I am being all nice and shit and volunteering my time and giving to causes, now I want that boomerang to come back and give us some quietness. Even just for a week. I would say day, but after what we went through today, we will be needing a week. Ok..so I'll start with the steroids, which is how it all began.
Zach gets cluster migraines. Pretty nasty stuff and very painful. He goes through "periods" of having them. No real idea what triggers them, and sometimes they stay for a while and other times they go as quickly as they come. Well, we had a babysitter Monday night so we thought we would get all wild and get our Bingo on. We get there and Zach says "I can't see out of one eye, and the other one I can only see straight ahead". Well, that is usually the first sign of a cluster period starting. So he took some ibuprofen and anti-anxiety medicine and made it through the night. The next day he went to see his neurologist. She put him on steroids to try to abort the cluster period all together. So we got a good chuckle that he will be on steroids, Taco is on steroids, and Lucy starts her dex next week. Taco is definitely showing signs of "Cujo" and barking at us for food every 30 minutes. So now Zach gets to go through this too. Zach was suppose to start the prednisone this morning, so I picked it up last night at the pharmacy along with my meds after taking Jack to baseball practice.
So now we get to today. Lucy was suppose to have clinic this morning, and Jack had day camp. So Zach got up early because it was his turn to take Lucy to clinic. I stayed up late last night and was so excited about having the house to myself. All to myself! No kids which meant I could clean, and it would stay that way at least for a couple of hours. No kids which meant I could get some work done on my laptop uninterrupted. No kids which meant I could drink a half a pot of coffee which NO Interruption! woo hoo!!! Well...that dream was crushed at exactly 6:15 this morning.
Zach comes in and wakes me up and says "so, honey, what if somebody took 3 of your buproprions, what do you think would happen?" I jumped out of bed and said "oh my god which kid, the dog?". He said "no, it was me?" I said "That is my wellbutrin, you better call the pharmacy and see since it was 900 mg". How does that happen you ask? How does a grown man take somebody else's medication? Well, it was 6 am. He hadn't had his coffee yet. We had both gotten our prescriptions filled the night before so they were still in the bag, and quite frankly, he was exhausted and his head hurt.
Zach called the pharmacy. They advised him to call poison control. So he did. Well Poison control immediately called the hospital and told them he was on his way, so he had to go to the ER. Well, I still have to get the kids up and dropped somewhere so we all didn't have to load up and go to the ER. And obviously Zach can't drive, so he called a cab. Yes, he had to take a cab to the ER. Lovely.
So I reschedule clinic, drop Jack at day camp and Lucy at my moms and head to the ER. I walk in and everybody knows us on a first name basis. LOL I don't know if that is a good thing or not. We seem to always have the same doctor and nurse. Plus others there know Lucy so they always ask how she is doing. I get hugs when I walk in and ask how Zach is. They tell me he is in room 13. I said "no, you didn't. Obviously our luck has been crap lately and you put him in room 13??". hahaha
I walk in and Zach is laying in bed with pads all over the bed and a dark substance on his lips. I said "so what's going on?" They had him padded because apparently the meds he took at that high of a dose causes seizures. Not fatal. And they had him drink charcoal. Zach being the smart ass that he is chugs the charcoal. The nurse took it away from him at one point because he was drinking it too fast. He said "but it was a 78, which is a good year for charcoal, and the cherry flavoring they put in it tasted like ass". Only Zach. So basically, since he had taken a kolonopin (anti-seizure medication) and since he got charcoal in him so early, he was going to be fine, but had to be admitted because he called poison control. Poison control has guidelines and the hospital has to follow their recommendations. Zach was mad. So, yes, we got another fine date in the ER and later up on the floor. His room was 333, which again we joked was only half as bad as 666, ha!! I'm sure the nurses on the floor thought we were insane when we come in laughing about the incident. And they ask the usual questions "Are you feeling safe in your home?" Zach says "no, I"m afraid of my 4 year old daughter when she is on steroids". We burst out into laughter, the nurse kinda looked at us like we were on the wrong floor and needed to be in the pscyh ward. Then they also asked if he was having suicidal thoughts. Zach said "I SWEAR this was purely an accident". Again, we laughed, her.not so much.
Ahhh....so what a way to start weeks of steroids in this house. Zach is on edge, Taco is growling like Cujo and eating so much he looks like a pot belly big, and Lucy starts Dex next week, so her personalities will shine soon as well. At least we got an hour alone in the hospital and even shared a meal, that can be classified as a date.
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