The kids are recooperating well. Someone asked Stefan where he was born and he replied, "Disneyland!." It had something to do with a NY Times review about a new family cruise Disney puts out. There was a large photo of a kid about to go swimming in a huge pool that had a screen with a dolphin in the foreground and the disney castle as a backdrop. When I asked him if that’s where he saw it, he said, "Yep! And I read the article too." Dina said, "How can that be? You were only there once when you were 7 months old." To which he replied, "How is that possible that I went when I was seven? I’m only 5!" Wise guy.
Last night was the silent auction to support the American’s Women’s Club. It was a beautiful spread at the Grand Hotel. There were a few nice items to bid on including one of Dina’s homemade dolls. We won a bid on a nice African painting a la Picasso. I won’t try to explain that.
We got home late and after I dropped Zuri off for babysitting, we watched a bit of the rerun of American Idol. Dina went to bed and I soon followed around 1AM, only to find Stefan in our bed. Sleeping with him is like sleeping with a breakdancer so I went to his bed and quickly fell asleep.
The phone rang at 3AM. It was a mother telling me her son was having an asthma attack. She had given him a dose of his inhaler without any relief. I instructed her to bring him to the Health Unit where I would meet them in 15 minutes (Don’t want to scare anyone).
The roads were surprisingly quiet. I put in a call to my nurse to find out where our nebulizer machine is. She has such bad laryngitis that I couldn’t hear her, especially since the roads are bumpy and the entire vehicle squeeks. The guard let me past the check point when I drove up with my flashers on (Peter is a flasher!). The boy was sitting on the floor with his parents gasping for air like a fish out of water and his breaths were whistling. We got him settled down on the exam table and I gave him his first dose of Albuterol to open up his airway. It didn’t work so I gave him a second dose with little improvement.
I started to worry half way through the third dose. I had already loaded him up on steroids but that takes at least 6-12 hours to work. He wasn’t gasping as hard but he was still having inspiratory and expiratory wheezes. He was tired but able to speak in complete sentences.
He basically had near continuous inhalation of medication from 3:30 in the morning until 6AM. I decided to try my last resort of giving him an Epinephrine injection (adrenaline). Within 5 minutes his wheezing subsided. Everyone was exhausted and after watching him for another hour, I sent him home with specific instructions to continue his care.
It was a bit strange driving home since I was tired and it was at a time when I’m usually driving to work. Kind of like watching a movie in reverse, backwards. The squatting lady by the roadside cooking benne’s hadn’t flipped one yet. My blind guy didn’t get to his corner. When I got home, the fire alarm was going off in the dining room but everyone seemed to be in bed without worry. It turned out to be a low battery. No cause for alarm!
I crashed in bed around 9:30AM and had that haphazard sleep when there are noises coming from electronic devises controlled only by your children. I touched base with my patient in the early afternoon and he is doing much better so I pray that we’re out of the woods. Yahoo steroids! He may not be wheezing but I bet he has hair on his chest and speaks in a basso profundo voice (just kidding).
Now I’m back in the clinic for a sprained foot. Nothing serious. It’s quitting time.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 