Friday, April 10, 2015

The Appocalypse: Can I Get a Freaking Break, Please?

I'm so overwhelmed during the last month. I just can't even think of all the stuff we have gone through in the past few weeks. It's been madness. And so expensive. So expensive. I have been in near tears so many times. So many! I need something to improve! It's just beyond my brain's processing abilities right now. So I'll start at the beginning. 

During Lloyds routine dental visit a few weeks ago (which was problematic in itself because he can't have any of the products because they contain things he is allergic to), X-rays showed quite a few large cavities. Several between teeth. The dentist recommended several crowns on the rear teeth, the ones he will have through his early teens, and about 5 (!) fillings. Also, since all they can do is polish his teeth with pumice, the doctor was tentative to fill anything in the office because of what ingredients could lurk in any of the other products since we already had to pull the fluoride rinse, cleaner, and varnish due to allergens. So he recommended we do all the fillings and crowns simultaneously, in the hospital under general anesthesia — not only because of his age, but also to ensure that if Lloyd did (God forbid) have a reaction to something they can immediately control his airway during a reaction. As you can imagine, this scared the crap out of me but what are you doing to do?  One delightful side effect/symptom of celiacs is we have no enamel on our teeth, leading to lots and lots of dental problems—something I've had loads of as well. Talking to other celiac mommies and doing some research, hopefully Lloyds permanent teeth will be ok since we caught his rather young—albeit long after his baby teeth were in. This disease never fails to make life more "interesting"; insert massive eye roll here. 

Things continued to get more fun the week of his dentist appointment as Asher somehow got, then shared (aren't kids so sweet) a virulent stomach bug that took our whole house out for almost a full week. The boys breezed through with about 12 hours of vomiting, Coach suffered for about a day, and I was laid up for 4. Mostly, we think, because I was still nursing through even the worst hours of it since Asher was completely back to normal by the time Lloyd and I were tandem bathroom dancing. 

THEN as we all recovered our hot water line between our guest/2nd bath and kitchen decided to bust a leak. We caught it in about 24 hours ("why does this floor look bubbly? Why is it so HOT where the wood is bubbling?") but the flooring in the center of our house/hallway is a disaster, and the laminate wood in the kitchen is also buckled. Yay!!!! So father-in-law to the rescue came and helped put some holes in the walls to find "plumber things" and other "important plumbing things", so the plumber friend could come actually reroute the hot water through a different way and prevent having to jackhammer our floors on Saturday. So at least there was that. Flooring people come for the estimate next week because I couldn't even deal with that until after Lloyd gets better.



Then Friday (April 3rd), we went in for the surgery. Lloyd was so incredible. We got there early with both boys in tow; Miece and Papa managed to beat us and entertain them both while I got all the minutiae taken care of. Miece to the rescue with the coolest new toy for Lloyd that completely beat out my little personalized dragon stuffed animal. We had to wait considerably longer than planned but between the iPad and his new toys we did pretty well. We also could not give him the "happy juice" because it contained dye (sensing a pattern?), but he was so calm and happy we decided to forgo it. It is often the reason kids wake up combative and cranky, and because I react so poorly all around to anesthesia I was pretty ok with avoiding it since he was being such a champ. Luckily we had also been talking to Lloyd about how he would be breathing into a Darth Vader mask and the nurse overheard and found out he loves Star Wars. She gave him her phone loaded with light saber battles he watched going back, he was in heaven as we saw him rolled down that hallway. He was cool as a cucumber. I was a wreck.  The doctor had to not only do the planned crowns but once he got in it he could a tooth so badly damaged he had to do a root canal and cap that one too. Good grief. 


He woke up cranky but the second we got back he calmed down. I climbed in bed with him and he curled right up and pretty much fell back asleep. He was so comfy he got upset when we made him get dressed to go. He felt better and was eating sweet potatoes and watching tv happily the rest of the day. Which made me feel like less of a general failure for putting him through the entire ordeal.  


Saturday he was feeling great and playing well then started a fever that night. A high fever. The doc didn't think it was related when I had to call after hours (on a holiday weekend!) to report it. He was fine—eating and drinking, just a high fever and super lethargic. By Tuesday he started to improve but any playing and he would zip back up to a high fever that night. It was just bizarre! But since it was obviously just a viral fever with no other symptoms, bringing him in was pointless. 

Then yesterday (Thursday) we did our trader joes run and he did super well; crashed on the way home and did the sleep/tv thing again. Then at 6, as I was starting dinner, Lloyd walks out of my bedroom (where he was watching tv in bed) and says his belly hurts. I do the typical "do you need to fart/poop/pee/eat/drink/etc". No. He points, without prompting, to his right side and says it hurts really bad. Every mom knows what that could mean. So I change a diaper, put shoes on, grab snacks and electronics, and scoop both boys into the car to go to the Cooks Children's Urgent Care here in Mansfield. Coach left his meeting and met us there right as I was finishing registration. Oy.


3 hours and a flu, strep, and urine test later we have a positive test for flu B but no explanations for the pain. He's running a 102.5° fever and they are upset we can't give him any of the dye-filled meds they have (seriously hospitals, get with it). So they send us to the big Cooks hospital ER to have his abdomen sonogramed. It's 9:15, so Coach goes home with Asher to get him fed and in bed while big boy and I drive to Fort Worth. They had us already in the system, thank gosh, but it was still a long night by the time we got there, went through the whole vitals routine, again with refusing the dye filled tylenol (then them calling their pharmacy, wanting to do a suppository which I refused, then bla bla bla), then waiting with 800 sick kids in a giant room (where most should have been at an urgent care NOT the ER), then being pulled back for registration, then waiting, then a sonogram, then waiting, then getting into a room and changing him into a gown (pointless since the doc didn't even touch him, so all this did was wake him up), then waiting, her coming in for 5 seconds and saying she wants an X-ray to rule out pneumonia in a lower lobe which could be making his belly hurt (but never said anything about the appendix results), getting an X-ray, then waiting, then her coming back and saying he's fine and he can go home, then waiting, then signing the discharge paper, and finally leaving that disease ridden ER. I wanted to douse us in disinfectant. I was bone tired, I hadn't eaten since my tiny lunch at 12:30, and was thirsty as all get-out. It was 1:15 and Lloyd was incredible. Just incredible; I am in awe of that child. 


Then the second I got on I–30 home the dude in front of me is so drunk he almost slams into the barriers getting onto 287S so I had to sleepily call that into 911 because he was all over 3 lanes and baking randomly. So scary. I'm sure I sounded super reliable to that poor dispatcher but I was BEAT. 

So done. This whole thing is just awful. We don't even know how much the floors will cost us and Lloyd's medical costs have me dying inside. Our health insurance is awful. Thousands. I can't even. 

We need prayers. And healing. I'm so sick of being in this house. And we have a whole other week of isolation before it's safe to not infect someone else! Shoot me!!

So that's where we are at. I'll post fancy floor updates whenever that happens when we deal with insurance for THAT. *cries* as we hemorrhage money we do not have.

I NEED A JOB. 
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