This past week PP had an appointment/therapy session every day. On Monday she had three therapy sessions! She even snuck in a couple spontaneous ER visits. What a card, that little PP.
Aside from the normal routine, PP did her final tests for enrolling in Pre-K school on Monday. Tuesday was the BIG meeting with all of PP's teachers, which went swimmingly. It helped me become more comfortable with this tricky transition into a big school. We even moved her start date to November 5th, a shocker to me. I really don't know how it will go, and PP might hate it, but there are SO many people who are really excited to work with PP! I can't imagine she would dislike it for more than a few days.
This experience with PP and school is most comparable to a roller coaster ride. It's been thrilling, terrifying, and most definitely the craziest fun I've ever had.
Sometime during the morning on Wednesday PP hurt her ankle. I don't know what she did exactly, or where it's actually hurt, but PP won't put weight on it for more than a second. On Thursday I brought her into the ER and she didn't have any signs of injury: no bruising, redness, swelling or fractures, but obviously in pain. So they splinted her little leg and sent us home. Jolly good.
Early Saturday morning, at about 3AM, PP woke up crying and making weird noises. Papa Chris went in to see what was up and discovered that PP had thrown up all over the place. She was COVERED in vomit, giving me the idea that she was vomiting in her sleep which was slightly petrifying. I was beyond thankful she didn't choke in her sleep and that she usually sleeps on her side. I only had a tweensie-little moment to be scared and then get unscared because I had a very frizzy Papa Chris throwing a hysterical, crusted-vomit covered (and vomiting) PP at me. Mind you, it is blindingly early and I only got an hour of sleep before all this crap. The only thing I could think of was to put her in the tub. As I am scraping the chunks out of screaming child's hair and nose, Papa Chris is frantically ripping her bed apart trying to assess the damage. It's really, really nasty. We threw pretty much everything away. The contents of PP's stomach prior to the explosion were a hefty amount of Count Chocula and some cheese pizza with green peppers, so if you use your imagination you can see the colors and smell the smell. ISHY POO! So much for our Friday-night-girl-pigout event.
We got to the ER around 5am and were out by 7. The doc said it was most likely a flu virus, but they took a urine sample per request from Momma and Papa. We know our girl, and she doesn't 'just get sick', it's never the easiest explanation with PP. Ever. The quick test done in the ER came back negative for a urinary infection as well, but there would be a culture grown from the urine sample with the results coming back in a day or so. So we took the doctors word for the flu and went home to recuperate.
ALL DAY on Saturday PP laid around and slept. She was so pitiful and adorable. It was wonderful. Papa was working, so I had most of the day to myself. When PP was awake all she wanted to do was cuddle. She still has a hurt ankle, making walking impossible, so when I set her down somewhere she stayed put! I figured that I would get the flu within a day so I did some deep cleaning in the bathroom and kitchen while PP was sleeping. I made a delicious dinner for one (with LOTS of leftovers because who wants to cook when they're sick) and watched a movie.
Then it happened.
Early Sunday morning, a mad dash to the bathroom revealed the next victim of the flu bug...PAPA CHRIS! Poor Papa. HE IS SO SICK. I've been taking care of him and PP is doing her best to keep his spirits up by tickling armpits and being cute. She's feeling much better today so we ran some errands and junk.
Then another thing happened.
I just got a call from the Nurse Practitioner in the ER at Children's saying that they found a very high count of bacteria within the urine culture collected on Saturday and PP needs to start antibiotics ASAP.
GRRRRRRRRRR!
I finally had a really simple explanation for PP being sick. Now it's not so simple. The NP said it wasn't too much of a concern, nothing a phone call to the Urologist can't handle. Just one breakthrough infection is better than all the other ones she had before her surgery this past summer. I guess.
Well now that I've had my 30 min of sit down time, I am off to the pharmacy! Again!
Peace and quiet
XoX
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