***Sandi today….
Current mood: aggravated
Okay…Thursday night Ed kicked me out of the hospital to go home to get some sleep and visit with Shana thinking it would get my mind off worrying about Zack but he noticed that I stopped off and got a pass (just in case I changed my mind at some point during the night.) so he called home to make sure that I was there. We visited- I yacked on the phone- and did honestly try to get get some sleep but still doing the ‘combat’ sleep. Ed called from the hospital on Friday morning and said they’re releasing Zack so come up and get them. By the time I’d gotten there Zack was coming out of the bathroom from getting dressed and made to the bed and said he was going to be sick so I put the pan down just in time. Ed went to get the dr. who said to give it a couple of hours and in the mean time take Zack outside for a walk to get some fresh air. We got to the elevator and Zack leaned up against the wall and slid down- so went back to the room and let him rest a bit then tried to cruise around the floor. He was walking quickly anxious to get back to the room to lay back down. The nurse took his blood pressure lying down then again when he stood up and the numbers had jumped up quite a bit when he stood not to mention the color seemed to drain from his face-they said that was normal??? More time passed several more people in and out of the room until we got a resident who basically told us that there was a chance that Zack had picked something up there in the hospital so we could stay there and basically do nothing or go home and do nothing…they put Zack in the chair and he began shaking and crying because it hurt so much yet they tell us there’s nothing left for them to do. Now by this time as a mother going very little sleep- hardly any food that stayed down- I was irritable aggravated and just right pissed off. I turned around and looked at Ed and I told him- “I told you from the very beginning the f@ken diagnoses is a bunch of b.s. My son is sitting here in pain completely miserable and we’re relying on these people to make him better yet all we’re getting is a run around and bogus diagnoses when what they’re telling us completely contradicting to the experiences from other people who are dealing with this still because there’s no informative stuff about this confusion diagnoses. They can’t come up with what’s going on with him so lets slap a name on it call it good- and move on to the next person instead of continuing to find out what the underlying problem is. So if all they’re gonna do is give him drugs I can do that home- if he continues to get worse then we’ll go to another hospital that might actually do something! Because somethings not right- I can feel it in my gut!” I told him I was going down for a smoke because at that point I beyond pissed off. He wasn’t too far behind me after having his own thing to say to this resident when she began patronizing him. Once we came back we told the nurses that if all they’re doing is buying a couple of hours at a time with the intent of sending him home anyway then just give us the papers to send us home. By then a new pediatrician was on duty and came in to find out what was going on and we told her about the residents attitude/behavior and I told her that the resident ain’t got no business being a Dr cuz her bedside manor sucked- Ed’s like it has more to do with her personality and I said well that sucked too. The new pediatrician called the neurologist who said that Zack was to go home even if he was still throwing just give him a shot for the nausea to get home so that’s what they did. They gave us 2 new prescriptions- Ibuprofen (800mg) and Zantac to coat his stomach so the Ibuprofin wouldn’t eat his stomache lining. OK- I go to the pharmacy to get his meds and some pediasure to give him his dose at 9pm. Next morning I went in there and Zack says he’s feeling better I give him his meds just as I was instructed to do…by afternoon he was throwing up again even water wouldn’t stay down and dealing with yet another headache. So Ed took him back to the ER after grounding me home (due to the episode with the resident yesterday) and has returned home again with Zack looking and feeling better. Now the ER is saying that his meds were way too strong for Zack and that’s probably what was making him sick. These are the people I trusted to make my child better- not to make him worse. So it’s probably a good thing I didn’t go with back to the ER because I probably would’ve said even more. Grrr!!
 Very frustrating! We’re hoping for a better day tomorrow- I’ll probably do another night of ‘combat’ sleep because I’ll be up and down checking on him all night again just to be sure he’s ok and not still throwing up for my own peace of mind. To top off the day- Nick began pulling more his b.s. as well throwing one his temper tantrums only adding fuel to an already well lit fire by deciding to run off down the road. Kids!! I swear that I’m on the verge of my own mental breakdown so I’m beginning to wonder if I should put the local psych ward on alert to get the straightjacket ready so I can get a vacation…