February 21, 2003

• i’m wondering how much more God thinks I can take.  Zeria’s asthma has flared every night. 

  
  

  So took her to the ER she was breathing 80 respirations, nasal flaring, retracting, and the er doctor sent her home without even giving her a albuterol treatment.  She coulndt even talk through it, because she was so breathless.  But because she wasn’t wheezing, and her sat said 96 thats all he could see.  #$@*#$&@#(*$&@(#*&$(@*#@$&#*$(@#&*$@#&   Well, she doesn’t have pneumonia.  He says.  (DUH knew that already think I know what pneumonia looks like these days.  ) 

  
  

  Kept saying she can’t breathe, why is she breathing so fast.  Doctor says there’s nothing wrong with her.  But I’ll write you a prescription of prednisilone if that will make you happy. 

  
  

  I was so mad.  She finally fell asleep at home, and her breathing slowed down. 

  
  

  I’m starting to wonder if maybe its a psychological thing.  Seperation anxiety at bedtime?  She’s only been doing this since Rainee got home from the hospital.  What do you think, do you think thats a weird idea?  Or a possibility.  She has so many hang-ups from her long ago past.  I don’t know.

  
  

  I’m too tired to reason.  And I have to drag her to the doctor again,  and fight for a doctor to listen, and I”M TIRED!

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