Six pokes later, I have learned to flush my own IV (Shelbe, I might be after your job), but I'm starting to feel (AND LOOK) like a human pin cushion.
I think I'll ask him to rob a bank. We're gonna need the money to pay our medical bills.
When we're not at the Emergency Room, we spend our leisure time in the ICU. Nice folks. I wanted to get photos of Wade, Nathan, and Paulette, but those ICU nurses are kind of busy. Go figure.
My newest hangout. They bring me pop and let me crochet and watch TV. But you know, nice as they are there, this is NOT my idea of a good time. And two afghans later, we are still suffering with no end in sight.
Sure wish our Pertussis would have been diagnosed before it got to this all-consuming point. But maybe God wanted to use us to educate others. Or maybe He wanted to teach us patience. Whatever the lessons we're supposed to learn, I hope we're learning them. And I hope others will benefit from our experience.
PLEASE GET VACCINATED, STAY CURRENT ON YOUR BOOSTERS, AND EDUCATE YOURSELF AND OTHERS.
And to anyone who thinks Pertussis isn't serious, come on over! You can watch us cough til we puke and our rib cartilage pops. Then for an encore, we'll writhe on the floor gasping for air for several terrifying minutes.
All brave souls are welcome to come share the fun!
And to anyone who thinks Pertussis isn't serious, come on over! You can watch us cough til we puke and our rib cartilage pops. Then for an encore, we'll writhe on the floor gasping for air for several terrifying minutes.
All brave souls are welcome to come share the fun!