I tore my calf muscle about a month ago. During a trail run. I resisted seeking medical attention until a Phoenix Fire Department Captain who I adore looked into my eyes and said, "Promise me, you will call your doctor tomorrow." Eh, I did.
Turns out I tore my left gastroc. Whatevs.
Except...
I have been laid up for four weeks in an air cast. It's summertime in Phoenix. The insides of my air cast now have white salt lines up and down them from the sweat.
The cast slows me down. I don't do slow. I am chomping at the bit.
The cast drastically affects my wardrobe options (any type of denim is a no-go, far too hot), so it's been dresses and skirts all the time. Except I have to bend over to get the wheelchairs out of the van, so the skirt has to have shorts underneath. Which means I wear golf or running clothes almost everyday and the ironic part is I would so like to golf or run everyday and I'm already wearing the uniform, but I can't. UGH
I hate it. Hate it all. Well, I actually love everyone at my physical therapist's office, but I hate the sitting down all the damned time. And that's my attempt at a joke because I never sit down.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Lauren. Gah.
Lauren ran over a classmate on Thursday. She was incredibly upset.
To those who have personal experience with young children in electric wheelchairs, you know that many kids react extremely to wheelchair accidents. Lauren is one of them. She got so upset, was so beside herself that she was taken to the school nurse because she was aspirating her tears/secretions and struggled to breathe.
That's Lauren. She wasn't safe to take the bus and so I picked her up from school. I think that when she runs over someone, she hates the fact that she's in wheelchair just as strongly as she blames herself for the accident. Does that make sense? She's a perfectionist, so making a mistake is upsetting. And I could be wrong here, but I get the sense that while she embraces her powerchair as her "legs", she is ultra-aware how different her chair makes her from her peers. And she resents it. I don't know, I'm all new at this. Maybe I'm wrong.
In any case, her hysteria around this accident (after 2+ years in the public school system, this is her first incident) caused such tears, such an increase in secretions that she may have aspirated. Now her lungs are junky, and they're never normally junky. On top of that it seems she's caught a stomach bug, because she hasn't kept anything down for the last 24 hours (exactly....24 hours). And we're out of town. Which reminds me, the Numero Uno thing I don't want to ever have to do is take an SMA kid to an E.R. in another town. Sorry, Other Town--I'm sure your facilities are great and all, but we are too complicated to subject you to us. Be thankful that I'm holding out until we get back home.
On the other hand among the few things I technically cannot do to my kids is start an IV. And that's what she'll need if she's not drinking water by tomorrow, so. Here's hoping UMC's IV team has had their 5 Hour Energy shot and brought their A game, because she is not an easy stick. REALLY hoping this doesn't have to happen, but I am famous for thinking my kids are fine without professional intervention when they are not.
She hasn't upchucked in over two hours though, so we may be in the clear.....here's hoping.
To those who have personal experience with young children in electric wheelchairs, you know that many kids react extremely to wheelchair accidents. Lauren is one of them. She got so upset, was so beside herself that she was taken to the school nurse because she was aspirating her tears/secretions and struggled to breathe.
That's Lauren. She wasn't safe to take the bus and so I picked her up from school. I think that when she runs over someone, she hates the fact that she's in wheelchair just as strongly as she blames herself for the accident. Does that make sense? She's a perfectionist, so making a mistake is upsetting. And I could be wrong here, but I get the sense that while she embraces her powerchair as her "legs", she is ultra-aware how different her chair makes her from her peers. And she resents it. I don't know, I'm all new at this. Maybe I'm wrong.
In any case, her hysteria around this accident (after 2+ years in the public school system, this is her first incident) caused such tears, such an increase in secretions that she may have aspirated. Now her lungs are junky, and they're never normally junky. On top of that it seems she's caught a stomach bug, because she hasn't kept anything down for the last 24 hours (exactly....24 hours). And we're out of town. Which reminds me, the Numero Uno thing I don't want to ever have to do is take an SMA kid to an E.R. in another town. Sorry, Other Town--I'm sure your facilities are great and all, but we are too complicated to subject you to us. Be thankful that I'm holding out until we get back home.
On the other hand among the few things I technically cannot do to my kids is start an IV. And that's what she'll need if she's not drinking water by tomorrow, so. Here's hoping UMC's IV team has had their 5 Hour Energy shot and brought their A game, because she is not an easy stick. REALLY hoping this doesn't have to happen, but I am famous for thinking my kids are fine without professional intervention when they are not.
She hasn't upchucked in over two hours though, so we may be in the clear.....here's hoping.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
AFO Woes
Kyle's feet are very sensitive. He's had ankle contractures since forever (very common in SMA patients), but when he had tendon release surgery last summer they became even more sensitive for some reason (or he became more anxious/tearful about us handling his feet). Therefore I just give him sponge baths and his AFO's (leg braces) only come off about once a month, for short periods of time. The taking off/putting on is just too traumatic, for all of us.
I last put his AFO's on a short ten days ago and when I took them off earlier this week he had significant pressure sores. Ulcers. Broken skin, blisters, oozing. I'm amazed--he never complained about pain at all.
And I'm completely shocked and disheartened. How does something that is supposed to help him hurt him so badly? I betadined the hell out of sores like our nurse friend and the wound clinic suggested. The blisters have improved, but I still am not sure that we won't have to take him to a dermatologist, or the wound clinic.
Have any of you experienced anything like this? I have been beside myself, kind of full with guilt. Blah.
I last put his AFO's on a short ten days ago and when I took them off earlier this week he had significant pressure sores. Ulcers. Broken skin, blisters, oozing. I'm amazed--he never complained about pain at all.
And I'm completely shocked and disheartened. How does something that is supposed to help him hurt him so badly? I betadined the hell out of sores like our nurse friend and the wound clinic suggested. The blisters have improved, but I still am not sure that we won't have to take him to a dermatologist, or the wound clinic.
Have any of you experienced anything like this? I have been beside myself, kind of full with guilt. Blah.
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