Day 10- who would have guessed???

We got out of the hospital last Tuesday and made our way back home. Wednesday Marci was just a so-so patient and Thursday she was trying to drive at full steam, all the way to carrying Kira up and down the stairs (bad Marci!).
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By Thursday night we were in the emergency room with Marci who had a bad migraine. Marci felt she needed to change before going to the ER (go figure) and I went up stairs to make sure that she was OK and making progress. I cam back down not a minute later to see cute little Kira with a zip lock baggie in one hand and a little white pill from the bag in the other. I asked her as calmly as I could if she had eaten any. “Yes”, she answered honestly. Oh my And it was not buy one get one free night at the emergency room. Imagine the look I got when I carried little K in one arm and a bag of pills in the other into the ER asking them to make her throw up as as soon as they could. Oh yeah- and the woman in a car needs a wheel chair stat!! (I did not say ‘stat’ and hopefully have missed my last opportunity to do so.)
The pills Kira ate were non-toxic, but we gave her a charcoal kool-aid for good measure. My mom’s commentary about the jet black results the next day suffice to tell the tail there… Ummm I mean tale. High fives all around for another poopie in the kiddie toilet the next day.
Marci just needed a super duper shot of migraine medicine. I had taken Kira to our house to meet the folks and go back to stay with Marci when I get a call on the phone. “Where are you?” Marci asks. “ I am home; where are you?” “In a wheelchair outside the hospital.” She would not go back in- it was too cold.
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Friday and Saturday I get to break out the velvet hammer with bad patient Marci. Mother Hen Roger rules!! (I have been called that several times over the past week : )
Marci si a much better patient Friday and Saturday…
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Sunday, plans were to take Marci to her mom’s for a day and meet back up with Kira as my folks brought the girls back up to stay at our casa in G-town and keep an eye on things for a couple of days.
The best laid plans…
Marci and I are driving down to New Braunfels to her mom’s Sunday morning. I am sure that Marci will be glad to be rid of Mother Hen. I need time to catch up on yard work.
Around 11 AM, we stop in South Austin. Marci has finally had some appetite for a couple of days. We get out of the car and she says she needs to wash. Then she says her leg is getting numb, More and more of her gets numb as she calmly relays the play by play. And she still wants that hamburger before we go to the hospital please. (she does get two bites- my bad but I was trying to keep her calm as she lay there almost unable to move.
Doctor says the same thing the EMS guys said on their first run last week. Must be panic attack. He adds post-reaumatic stress disorder to the possibilities and assures me we should be out soon when the medicine calms her down.
No dice. More and more incoherent over a several hours.
„Mama, mama, mama.”
„ Baby, baby, baby.”
„ I want... You know...” (more ice- but she can not seem to remember the word for it)
Finally checked into a room about 12 hours later (11PM). I decide to stay the night. They say they will bring me a cot which they do about an hour later. I may have been better sleeping in the chair. Around 2 AM they finally bring a nice does of something and Marci is off to sleep.
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Monday AM- Marci wakes around 8:30 and is on pretty good spirits. Still a little confused, but nowhere near the night before when she could not connect. (and way no where near where she was last weekend.)
In the PM hours, she seems good, but still tired. And she has not eaten anything since yesterday morning. We have to wait for the doctor. And it is still 2 PM… We are told we will get to see a neurologist as well, but no dice there either…
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It’s 4 PM and a doctor finally came!! She says Marci looks good. White blood counts are a little high but no scary. Marci gets to eat real food- even hospital food tastes like real food after 36 hours of nothing…
Now we have to see what the Neurologist says. Where is he??