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Random Swirls and Twirls
August 3rd, 2006 11:44 pmSo.. . last week was one of my vacation weeks for the summer. Did I go anywhere glamorous or exciting? No, I did not. Did I sit by the pool or on the patio sipping cool, lovely mixed drinks or wine coolers? No, I did not.
What I did, after spending one day helping to tear down the Peter Pan set (which always makes my heart cry just a little bit) and attending the cast party, was take Kidlet in on Tuesday to have her tonsils out. And seeing my Kidlet coming out of surgery full of nausea and pain makes my heart cry a *lot*. She's a stoic little trouper, is my Kidlet, and she braved it out. At thirteen, it was more of an ordeal than it is for little tiny kids. I'm not sure why -- more awareness of what's going on, maybe, and not healing quite as fast. Anyway, it was definitely an ordeal for all of us. She took her nice, strong, narcotic pain releivers 'round the clock, and I bought ice cream and popsicles and yoghurt and every cool, soft treat I could think of -- to no avail. She was either too nauseated from the drugs, or it was just too painful, for her to eat. Poor kid! To be so hungry, and then have everything you try to eat just *hurt*. Then she got sick of the sweet stuff, so I mashed potatoes and made creamy risotto and really soft, buttery zuchini -- and still she couldn't get more than a spoonful down.
It was also the hottest week so far, full of humidity, and when I wasn't waiting on Kidlet, I was sitting by the fan (or fans, if I dragged the downstairs one up) and reading. I couldn't even summon the energy to post to my journal -- kept up with a few comments, I think, is about all. I've been sleeping in Kidlet's bed with her and keeping her company watching Buffy -- we're up to season 5. Gah. She's just starting to get better now, a week and a half later -- no more pain meds, and she finished the course of antibiotics to prevent infection. She still has to be careful with what she does -- another week and half of not raising her voice or being rambunctious, and she can't go more than a 30 mile radius out of town because of the possibility of bleeding starting. At least the worst is over.
So that was last week. Not the best on record!
What I did, after spending one day helping to tear down the Peter Pan set (which always makes my heart cry just a little bit) and attending the cast party, was take Kidlet in on Tuesday to have her tonsils out. And seeing my Kidlet coming out of surgery full of nausea and pain makes my heart cry a *lot*. She's a stoic little trouper, is my Kidlet, and she braved it out. At thirteen, it was more of an ordeal than it is for little tiny kids. I'm not sure why -- more awareness of what's going on, maybe, and not healing quite as fast. Anyway, it was definitely an ordeal for all of us. She took her nice, strong, narcotic pain releivers 'round the clock, and I bought ice cream and popsicles and yoghurt and every cool, soft treat I could think of -- to no avail. She was either too nauseated from the drugs, or it was just too painful, for her to eat. Poor kid! To be so hungry, and then have everything you try to eat just *hurt*. Then she got sick of the sweet stuff, so I mashed potatoes and made creamy risotto and really soft, buttery zuchini -- and still she couldn't get more than a spoonful down.
It was also the hottest week so far, full of humidity, and when I wasn't waiting on Kidlet, I was sitting by the fan (or fans, if I dragged the downstairs one up) and reading. I couldn't even summon the energy to post to my journal -- kept up with a few comments, I think, is about all. I've been sleeping in Kidlet's bed with her and keeping her company watching Buffy -- we're up to season 5. Gah. She's just starting to get better now, a week and a half later -- no more pain meds, and she finished the course of antibiotics to prevent infection. She still has to be careful with what she does -- another week and half of not raising her voice or being rambunctious, and she can't go more than a 30 mile radius out of town because of the possibility of bleeding starting. At least the worst is over.
So that was last week. Not the best on record!
