: Nicotine poisoning
I would so like to sit here and really write about this past week, but I just can't - emotionally and because I just have so much to do while they're both sleeping.
Frank ate one of my dad's cigarettes - why I cannot begin to fathom, since he is such a food snob - and I had not one iota of an idea how dangerous that is.
After profuse vomiting, we wound up spending the night admitted in the hallway of a pediatric hospital that looked more like what you would see on CNN in the middle east than anything I have ever seen before in a hospital - sick children like you can't imagine, people not speaking the language and desperate to help their children, and vomit all over the floors.
Frank recovered after 12 hours of I.V. fluid, but the doctors were questionable, as there was no tox screen or anything that I would think to expect in the U.S. We were discharged, and then a few hours later, he succumbed to the horrible virus that lots of other hall kids had at the hospital. Profuse vomiting and diarrhea leaving Frank absolutely a shadow of my baby. It's been rocky - we had a trip to another hospital in a rich suburb and have positively assaulted him with rehydrating electolyte disgusting stuff to the point where he's wary of me now - but there's finally a little life in his eyes again.
Mimi is ill-equipped to deal with her jealousy and the lack of attention, as all of my energy has been focused on Frank.
Mimi started throwing up just before Frank had diarrhea in the bathtub last night, and for all we've been through and how rotten the last few days have been between my stepmother and me, I am so grateful for their help. I have lost at least 10 kilos - 4 in the last 2 weeks - and have been quite beside myself.
Mimi's also got a fever, but I am hoping she is strong enough to get through this since she hasn't been eating cigarettes and was not so weak at the outset. I am missing Cory like you can't imagine. Seriously, you cannot imagine. Difficult, difficult days for many, many reasons.
Maybe sometime I will be able to beat this story out on the laptop, but until then, would appreciate your prayers/good wishes for the kids. I can't escape the feeling that I am going to start throwing up shortly myself. I feel a little weak in spirit and body, and could really use a boost from my friends.
I would so like to sit here and really write about this past week, but I just can't - emotionally and because I just have so much to do while they're both sleeping.
Frank ate one of my dad's cigarettes - why I cannot begin to fathom, since he is such a food snob - and I had not one iota of an idea how dangerous that is.
After profuse vomiting, we wound up spending the night admitted in the hallway of a pediatric hospital that looked more like what you would see on CNN in the middle east than anything I have ever seen before in a hospital - sick children like you can't imagine, people not speaking the language and desperate to help their children, and vomit all over the floors.
Frank recovered after 12 hours of I.V. fluid, but the doctors were questionable, as there was no tox screen or anything that I would think to expect in the U.S. We were discharged, and then a few hours later, he succumbed to the horrible virus that lots of other hall kids had at the hospital. Profuse vomiting and diarrhea leaving Frank absolutely a shadow of my baby. It's been rocky - we had a trip to another hospital in a rich suburb and have positively assaulted him with rehydrating electolyte disgusting stuff to the point where he's wary of me now - but there's finally a little life in his eyes again.
Mimi is ill-equipped to deal with her jealousy and the lack of attention, as all of my energy has been focused on Frank.
Mimi started throwing up just before Frank had diarrhea in the bathtub last night, and for all we've been through and how rotten the last few days have been between my stepmother and me, I am so grateful for their help. I have lost at least 10 kilos - 4 in the last 2 weeks - and have been quite beside myself.
Mimi's also got a fever, but I am hoping she is strong enough to get through this since she hasn't been eating cigarettes and was not so weak at the outset. I am missing Cory like you can't imagine. Seriously, you cannot imagine. Difficult, difficult days for many, many reasons.
Maybe sometime I will be able to beat this story out on the laptop, but until then, would appreciate your prayers/good wishes for the kids. I can't escape the feeling that I am going to start throwing up shortly myself. I feel a little weak in spirit and body, and could really use a boost from my friends.
