Yes, I crack myself up telling myself jokes and making inside references. To MYSELF. I have NEVER claimed to be sane.
ANYHOO, it's been a shitty couple of weeks for twin illnesses over the last 2 weeks. I think I've been to the doctor 6 times in that period, but honestly, I am too tired to count that high. Christopher got it first and now Bridget has it (it being some viral respiratory shit) in a manner that is VERY SIMILAR TO WHAT HAPPENED IN APRIL.
I spent every waking moment last night (and there were a few) timing and counting Bridget's respiratory rate. She was holding steady around 36. 40 is my (new) cut-off to go the ER. Normal is 28. She's been running a fever for 4 days and her breathing and coughing is getting worse. We went to the doctor today and even had chest x-rays and YAHOO there is no pneumonia. However, her oxygen saturation rate is 94%. That is not normal. And, indeed, all the RNs' advice from the hospital is echoing in my head: if she doesn't get that oxygen rate up, she's going to poop out breathing too fast/hard and get really sick. AGAIN.
So, god(dess) bless my husband: he is buying us a pulse ox on the way home so I can check my moose and squirrel's oxygen level when they get sick. I like objective data. It takes out the subjective post-traumatic worry I still have from their hospital visits and lets me know when or if I should be making noises to get them more assistance.
And maybe I can sleep a bit more? I would really love to sleep a bit more.