It's been a very long day.
I called the doctor this morning and got Brian in for a 10:30 am appointment (and I just got home 20 minutes ago - at 6pm) to check out his hip/leg/growth plate area.
The doctor agreed that he needed an x-ray and that a flipped capital femoral epiphysis was a very real concern. He wrote us up a work order. We then, being me and the three youngest, went to the counter to pay-up and check out.
While we were waiting, another girl and her dad came out of the room behind us and the girl - just a bit younger than Wendy - was talking about having had to get her blood drawn and how she wasn't happy about it, not one little bit.
That's all. No details. nothing. Just that she had her blood drawn, and was showing the bandage on her arm.
We paid - walked out - got in the car and drove down the road.
Within two blocks, Wendy blacked out on me in the passenger seat and began thrashing. This is not the first time she's done this, but each time (about 4 or 5 times total over the years) it has followed someone talking about blood or broken body parts, etc. She did this to me after Brian broke his femur three years ago, and mind you - she was there when it happened. It's talking about it that makes her black out. At that time she blacked out when I was telling someone over the phone, and she hit the wall when she went down.
I've got a few grey hairs with her name on them.
Today's incident scared me enough that I turned back around and hauled HER butt into the doctors. I was a bit frenzied and nervous and they got her in right away. Her blood pressure was hard to hear, and eventually after 45 minutes - a urine test - and a checkover and assurance that she was feeling better - we left.
She said she felt well enough to go to soccer. We ran home very quickly, ate lunch, did her hair for wacky hair day (above) and flew out the door arriving just two minutes late.
When we got there, she felt like she was blacking out again.
She said she just wanted to get her 100 points for the winning hair do (she did win) and go home. I called the doctor instead and he said to get her into the ER.
Mind you, I still had to get my 6 year old to the hospital to get x-rays. Wendy didn't even want to watch that.
I called our dad. This was getting to be just a bit too much to handle alone.
We watched soccer until dad arrived, and Wendy chose to take the dad ride to the hospital.
I took the little boys.
Dad and Wendy went into the ER door and the little boys and I went into the Radiology door. We got done first. (We're still waiting on the results - they ran a STAT on them, so we should hear soon)
We drifted over to the ER area to check on Wendy and she was in triage. She opted to have me stay with her instead of dad.
She had more urine tests
blood work - and she managed not to pass out, but it was close
and in the end, it was decided that she's highly sensitive, which the doctor stressed is a very real thing, and it might even be something that her regular doctor might want to get her help for, especially since she's nearly hurt herself on several occasions when she's blacked out.
Even when she nearly blacked out again at the soccer field, she had been thinking about that girl again in the office.
We were at the hospital literally for hours and so anxious to get out of there.
They came in to do the discharge work, only to find that Wendy has sprouted a fever during our stay there. It was normal when we got there, but had hit 101 during our stay. This meant more tests.
We warned them that Wendy doesn't do the strep test well (she's hurled on the doctor and she always gags) but the doctor still wasn't quite prepared for her retching reaction. He jumped back so quick, he nearly tipped over a whole corner of equipment.
Her strep test is negative.
We are home.
I am pooped.
It's been a day
ETA: And we took the hair down before the ER room, although I confess I tried to talk her into keeping it in.