Today was one of those days. You know the kind I’m talking about. It actually started last night. I didn’t get to bed until midnight, and I was groping around in the dark so I wouldn’t wake Hubby up. As I bent down to plug in the baby monitor, I impaled my left eye on the antenna of our weather radio. Not good. Here’s what went through my brain in what seemed like slow motion: @#%*$(#^* – OWW! – Don’t scream! You’ll wake Hubby up – Searing pain and agony – Seeing white flashes – SOMETHING poked clear into my eye! – Maybe INTO my brain! – (with dawning realization) THE ANTENNA OF THE WEATHER RADIO – Oww – I don’t think I can see – Oh wait! I can, it’s just blurry because my eye is watering – What if my eye was punctured and the vitreous humor is leaking out?? – Ow, ow, OW!
The other night, I moved the weather radio into our room because we were under tornado warnings. Then I realized the reception was crappy unless I set the radio on the floor and extended the antenna to its full length. We ended up turning the thing off because it kept “alarming” for other counties and we opted for uninterrupted sleep at the risk of being uninformed about tornadoes.
So, THAT’S how my eye became impaled on a fully extended antenna of a weather radio. (It poked right in at the corner, near my tear duct, for those of you who want gory details) After the trauma, I was fully awake from the pain and adrenaline and I lay in bed worrying. COULD the vitreous humor slowly leak out? Would my eye deflate over night? Would I wake up blind in one eye? Should I go to the ER? It took a LONG time for me to go to sleep. At around 2 a.m., Jenna woke up crying and saying that her mouth hurt (for the second night in a row). I go in to check it out, and this time I see that she has a white sore on her gum at the base of her lower front tooth. I give her a kiss and her paci, rock her a bit and she’s back to sleep. No such luck for me. I AGAIN lay awake thinking/worrying. It’s probably just a canker sore, right? Wait, do toddlers even get those? Could it be some sort of infection or an abscess from her tooth? Do I need to take her somewhere to get it checked? And my eye is still achy and watering…. I barely get back to sleep when I’m awakened at 4 a.m. by Hubby who’s leaving for a business trip. My eye still hurts, but doesn’t seem to be deflating. I fall back to sleep, only to be awakened at 6 a.m. by the sound of Jenna crying, which quickly changes to vomiting. I have to clean her up, change her clothes, change the bed and settle her, and when I’m done, I realize there’s no way I’m going back to sleep. I’m fully awake (but cranky and tired) and by the time I would get back to sleep, Jenna would be waking up again. I realize I have a HUGE headache and take ibuprofen with breakfast. And my eye still aches and is a little purpley in the corner.
I go to start the laundry from the morning fiasco and end up with puke on my pajamas and hands. Gross. Manage to take a shower without catastrophe. Headache is not letting up. Eye still aches. Jenna wakes up in her own cranky mood. Great. Everything becomes a battle or an argument. She demanded to wear her tutu, and nothing else. I relent. As I’m dressing her in said tutu, she begins crying and insists that she does NOT want to wear the tutu. Sigh. And so it goes. Somewhere in the midst of the morning I have the thought that toddlers are like the noble aristocracy of days past and they don’t even realize how good they have it. I was feeling like a serving wench must have felt in medieval times as my petite toddler/master voiced her demands (sometimes LOUDLY) in terms that left no uncertainty about what she wanted and that she wanted it NOW. Everything is urgent in toddler-land.
I had to call our pediatrician to get a referral for a speech and occupational therapist for Jenna. Insurance (of course) won’t pay without a referral. Our GI specialist is the one who is recommending therapy because Jenna is not eating anything by mouth. Even though she’s growing, she’s missing out on skill acquisition with eating by mouth, and there’s some concern that she might have some textural or swallowing issues. GI can’t make the referral because they’re out of state. ANYWAY, the nurse at the pediatrician’s office hesitates because they haven’t seen Jenna for a while. She insists we need to come in for an office visit. Sigh. This means exposing Jenna to all the sick kids in the office, and to what end? So I can tell the doctor we need a referral, we briefly chat and she says, “OK?” Can’t this be done over the phone? I realize they’re probably covering their butts in the legal area, but it’s frustrating. I’m also sure they don’t mind raking in an office visit fee.
The nurse continues to ask me who we have insurance with. She says that she doesn’t know who our insurance will cover and that I need to call our insurance to find out. Oh, and could I also get the therapist’s phone number because if it’s in another city, she might not be able to look it up in the phone book. Um, hello?? This is not very helpful. I know I’m just grumpy, but shouldn’t they (medical establishments) have some way of looking up referrals like this and checking the insurance?? Calling insurance and dealing with all the hassle involved is worse than a simultaneous root canal and bikini wax. And can’t she look up phone numbers the same way I do when I don’t have a phone book – online?? I know, I know – – they’re busy too and have patients to help, but this was one more thing on my list of things to do that I was not planning on. And my head is EXPLODING. And my eye aches.
Then, for the first time, she says with guarded tone, “I also noticed that Jenna’s vaccinations are not up to date. Are you having those done somewhere else?” When I said we weren’t continuing with vaccinations, she said (was that disapproval I heard in her voice?) that we would need to discuss that at our appointment. Sigh. I love our pediatrician, and, to date, have been thrilled that she hasn’t pushed a vaccination schedule with us. Jenna’s vaccinated up to the “one year” point, but we’ve decided that we don’t want to continue vaccinations after MUCH research, thought and discussion. Oh, AND after lots of guilt-trips and arguments with other doctors/specialists. I’ve been wanting to do a post on this, but have been procrastinating because I know it will be time consuming because I want to do it right/thoroughly. NOW I need to prepare myself for the discussion with our pediatrician, so posting will be a perfect way to do that. But it’s one MORE thing on the “to do” list that I wasn’t planning on when I woke up this morning.
Here are some other things that need my attention: the flowers need watered; my tomatoes are dying (Why??); my rose bushes need sprayed because some ravenous bugs are devouring them; I need to price clothes and toys for an upcoming kid’s charity sale; I have multiple phone calls to return; the locks on our house need changed (that’s another post) so I need to call a locksmith; bills need paid; checkbook needs balanced; I need to get airline tickets for our trip to Boston next month for Jenna’s checkup; laundry needs finished; the house needs swept and dusted; the toilets need attention; something smells weird in my refrigerator; toys need organized; potty training needs to start; I need to exercise; Jenna’s toenails need trimmed; MY toenails need trimmed; I need to sew up the hole in the armpit of a favorite shirt; and WHAT am I making for supper tonight? All that, but I just want to sleep. Or lay on the couch staring at the ceiling.
Did I mention that my head is EXPLODING. And my eye still aches.
** With credit to author, Judith Viorst for her wonderful book.