Sickness Sucks

I have so much to do I can't stand it. Specifically, my to-do list is to hurry up with the chores around the house and to start relaxing. (I am break for crimony sake.) I need to take Wilson to the lake, park, go to the pool, lay out, pack for our flight to Ohio... Uh, I can not STAND being SICK! Good news is I think we are getting better.

Update on the drops- It is much better. Wilson is letting me give him the drops with no arguments now. He still gives me the occasional whimper, but no more arms flying, back arching, screaming fits. What changed? Well, I just sat him in my lap and calmly talked to him. I told him why I was giving him the drops. Then, we "gave" some drops to Mr. Polar Bear. You may be sceptical, but it worked/s. Why did I do it this way, well.... I started thinking about how I was giving him the drops. I was just kinda picking him up and going for it. I explained myself but didn't really let him sink it in. You know what I mean? Then, I started thinking back to an experience where I have been in a similar situation, my last MRI.

When the MRI started I met a woman who asked me a few questions. I then laid flat and she strapped my head down. She told me that they would start the procedure without the contrast matter (an injection), and after awhile they would stop the procedure and give me the injection. She then covered my eyes with a wash cloth and told me not to move. My body was moved back into the industrial white giant tube and the procedure began. Twenty minutes passed, with loud clicking sounds in my ears. Then, suddenly, there was a break- an erie silence.

I was moved out of the MRI machine, still laying flat, with the wash cloth over my face, and my head strapped down. I could see a woman, who I had never met before, by looking through the space between my nose and chin. (I hope that makes sense- If it doesn't lay down and put a wash cloth on your face. You will be able to see because your nose holds up the wash cloth.) Without saying anything, this strange woman grabbed my arm and began to give me the injection. I, even knowing that it was going to happen, was extremely nervous and attempted to move the cloth so that I could she her, and see what she was doing. She quickly said, with a stern school teacher tone, "Don't MOVE.". This of course pissed me off and made me very uncomfortable. I said, in my I like everyone voice, "Sorry... I just couldn't see you. Can you tell me what you are doing?" She quickly replied with, "I'll let you know when I get ready to poke you." Thanks. Bitch. It took everything in me to not rip off all my straps and march out of the room, with my middle finger confidently pointing to the sky. Being in the health care field I couldn't believe how unprofessional and disrespectful this woman was.

Imagine if you had just had a stroke (I hadn't, it is just an example of the types of individuals this woman should typically give brain MRIs to.) and needed a brain MRI you need EVERYONE to do their best and to explain to you what is happening. In all aspects. Who knows where your brain damage is and how you are now processing the world around you. You (as in medical professionals) always, ALWAYS, need to introduce yourself when you walk into a room and you need to ALWAYS explain what you are going to do to a patient. ALWAYS. Stroke or no stroke, experienced or inexperienced every patient deserves respect!

Anyway, my point is that even though I am educated on medical procedures and have personally experienced multiple MRIs, I was still frightened and uncomfortable to participate in a procedure that was not explained to me. I need time to process and so do children.

I am not saying that just because you explain things to children they will always understand or even cooperate. What I am saying is that I will work harder to ensure that I am always treating children with respect, especially mine.