dé·jà vu (835 hits)
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Submitted by Soley (View user info) at 2005-06-02 07:43:06 EDT
I hear his laboured coughs and I know instantly that tonight I won't get any sleep. And I'm so tired, tired of work, tired of life, just dead tired. I have to be awake and alert now. For his sake.
I stumble over the rug at the side of my bed; on my hands and knees I crawl to the bathroom. I'm so tired, but not worn out just yet. I have a mission to accomplish. I pull myself up by gripping onto the hand basin. I slide the frosted glass on the medicine cabinet open. The blue inhaler is the first thing I see. I grab it with haste and make my way to his room. I can see his silhouette, but I can't find the remote for the dimmer switch in his room. I need to see his face clearly. I need...
On the verge of panic, my automatic reactions set in. My brain is telling me to help him; my arms are already between him and the mattress. I scoop him up and I stumble sideways out of his room. I fall to my knees in the hallway under the weight of my child. With the light from the bathroom shining on his face I can see how his lips are purple and the surrounding area of his mouth is a pale shade of blue, and the desperation in his eyes, devastating. With one arm still under his head I take the inhaler that was resting between my teeth and pop the lid off with my thumb. I shake his Ventolin inhaler before placing it between his lips, I give him a few puffs, but his breathing is erratic now and he's unable to inhale at the right time. I need...
We're both scared. I think he's trying to say something, but he just lets out a wheezy cough. I shuffle my way from the hallway landing to my bedroom with his body still resting in my arms. I reach up to my bedside table and knock numerous objects over before feeling the phone at my fingertips. I press the first button on the memory dialler, His dad's number. I'm told not to panic, he'll call an ambulance and he'll be over in minutes, just concentrate on helping our boy. I don't know why I called Alex instead of the emergency services, or why I felt like I needed him here before them, just another automatic reaction, I guess.
The relief of hearing Alex letting himself in is overwhelming. I could kiss his feet, and cry, and smile, all at the same time. Alex takes control of the situation and decides it's best if he takes us to the children's hospital instead of waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
The journey there is short and hazy. The night-lights on the streets colour my thoughts. Still, I'm cradling my baby in my arms, I feel useless and desperate, and I pray for the first time in decades... praying to anyone, anything... Please help my child get through this. PLEASE. I need help.
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Submitted by Rads_wife (user info) at 2005-06-14 00:44:19 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Feijuada (user info) at 2005-06-10 03:39:25 EDT (#)
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Somebody copied the word deja vu off of another website.=
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2005-06-10 03:16:58 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2005-06-06 10:08:44 (#)
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next time he's having an attack and starts to panic - give him some spliff, it'll calm him right down.
You can thank me for that gem of advice later.
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ha ha ha dork
Submitted by missflibble (user info) at 2005-06-06 10:59:35 EDT (#)
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great googly moogly woman, ambulance first:ex later.
saying that, hope you're both ok.
Submitted by MickGinny (user info) at 2005-06-06 10:34:34 EDT (#)
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if this is non-fiction then i suggest advair. e-me.
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2005-06-06 10:08:44 EDT (#)
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next time he's having an attack and starts to panic - give him some spliff, it'll calm him right down.
You can thank me for that gem of advice later.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-06-05 12:54:18 EDT (#)
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When I was a young Shlongy, I used to have trouble breathing...with allergies and asthma and the like.
One time, they had to wake my ass up from the dead with a shot of adrenaline after I turned blue and my mommy didn't know what the fuck to do.
Fortunately, I grew out of all of those wheezing and breathing problems and now can successfully smoke more than a pack of Marlboros a day!
Inhalers rule.
I wish I was there to help you...then, after we fixed your little boy up, we could do it.
Submitted by Dead_0hi0_Sky (user info) at 2005-06-02 15:08:15 EDT (#)
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WTF? IM NOT READING INTO THIS?
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-06-02 14:59:37 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2005-06-02 10:57:46 EDT (#)
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I know.
I'm lucky to have nebulisers for the twins; they have cf and we'd be in a lot worse shape without them. And that awful helpless weary terror that hits when your kid is coughing and fighting for air YET AGAIN is hell on earth.
I hope he gets through the rest of the season okay.
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2005-06-02 10:37:28 EDT (#)
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I'm sorry, girlie. I didn't mean to be so harsh - I just think that you have some serious issues regarding your ex old man that you need to address. You just can't keep confusing your son or yourself by continually relying on him. You either want him or you don't. Limbo is no place to be in this situation. It'll smother you.
That's just my take on it. I could be wrong. But, I'm probably not.
Submitted by Soley_Trinity (user info) at 2005-06-02 10:11:16 EDT (#)
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Brad, I've been questioning that fact this morning. I was wrong to call Alex first, but (luckily) in the long run it was that action that got my boy to hospital when time was crucial.
I need a head straightener. I'm too tired to do much of anything.
Submitted by Soley_Trinity (user info) at 2005-06-02 10:00:22 EDT (#)
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Iddqd, I've been trying to get at nebuliser for home from my GP for the past 12 months.
He was on the nebuliser twice during the night, which eases his breathing. Then this morning when the doctor made his rounds and tested his peak flow, I was told I could take him home. Apparently my boy is prone to attacks this time of year as his hayfever allergy agravates his asthma.
Still, it's crushing to watch your child struggle to breath when there's nothing you can really do to help them. It puts all the trivial shit that's going on in your life into perspective.
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2005-06-02 09:54:00 EDT (#)
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"I don't know why I called Alex instead of the emergency services."
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Dee....what the HELL were you thinking!?! You don't need reassurance when your son's well-being is at stake! This is NOT about YOUR safety, it's about HIS!
I hate to chastise you, but I hope you've learned a lesson from this.
Submitted by iddqd (user info) at 2005-06-02 09:46:59 EDT (#)
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you need to get one of those machines, i think theyre called 'nebulisers'. basically, you jsut put a mask of his/her mouth and the machine puts out a mist of venolin or whatever medication you use for your child. thats basically what they do at the hospital, as well as make you test your lung capacity with that little plastic tube thing.
ive had asthma since i was very young, and when i was growing up, inhalers were far more primitive - basically it was a tube that you broke a capsule into and then tried to suck the dust into your lungs, none of this pump-pack stuff now.
i consider myself lucky when my uncle tells me about when he was a kid and had asthma - he jsut had to grin and bear it, and wait for the sunrise. ive dont it a few times, and its possibly the most horrible experience ive ever had.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2005-06-02 09:29:29 EDT (#)
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There is no more helpless feeling than thinking that you are not able to help your child in his/her hour of need.
I know the feeling.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-06-02 08:32:33 EDT (#)
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Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-06-02 08:03:18 EDT (#)
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"The night-lights on the streets colour my thoughts."
This is one of those lines you dismiss as cliche until you read in to it and it rings true.
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-06-02 08:02:22 EDT (#)
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This was amazing.
Submitted by hairycoo (user info) at 2005-06-02 08:01:00 EDT (#)
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the consequences of cock never cease to amaze
Im typing this with my forehead by the way
Submitted by Dervel (user info) at 2005-06-02 07:58:23 EDT (#)
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It had nothing to do with the high quality, perfectly safe Fintan The Ferret merchandise that I sent you.
Really hope he's okay Dee. Hope you are too.
Submitted by WhatTheHell (user info) at 2005-06-02 07:56:49 EDT (#)
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So, how bout those red sox, huh??
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2005-06-02 07:45:41 EDT (#)
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*worried frown*