I’m angry as hell right this minute. Oh and? I’m pissed off. AND? I’m scared.
My daughter is still sick. Still having trouble breathing.
I had to take her to the ER again on Saturday night. They gave her an inhaler, which helped ease my fears a little, but that’s it. An inhaler and no answers.
I tried to get her into her doctor today. Oh, what do you know? He’s out all week. The doctor that I’ve loved so much for the past 14 years suddenly thinks he never has to come to work anymore. So they give me doctors who don’t know what the fuck they are doing. You see, I had taken G in on Friday and the ho bag doctor (who has misdiagnosed my children before) was all “Oh, she’s not wheezing! She just has a virus. Here’s some cough syrup!” I know she was wrong, and I left pissed off. Sure enough, 4 am the next day, I had to call 911 because my daughter was in distress and Tony was in the ER with her getting breathing treatments and steroids.
I was going to write about how my daughter got “steriod rage” and how hilarious it was because she was biting me and growling like a beast, but you know what? Three nights of absolutely no sleep because your daughter can’t breathe and you’re afraid she might die and suddenly, it’s not funny anymore.
I’ve always loved Kaiser. When we left for a short time to try Health Net, I was pissed and I wanted it back. We got it back. And now? I fucking hate it. My doctor is never there, the doctors they give me are medically retarded, the doctors in the ER treat me like I’m some asshole mother who doesn’t know shit about shit (“Do you KNOW what wheezing sounds like, ma’am“)
I feel bad for the receptionist who answered my call this morning because she got a whole lot of me in her ear. I know it’s not HER fault, but, man, I’m pissed and frustrated and scared and sad and FREAKED OUT.
I’m on my way to take her to a pedictrician in about 30 minutes. I can gaurantee you there will be some crying and possibly some cussing and MAYBE some ushering out of the office in handcuffs.
This has been the Weekend From Hell, well, except for the part where I got to meet Mindy, (I’ll write about THAT when I have time and I can think straight.) I can only hope it gets better from here, because I don’t know if I can take much more.