Fiona had her 3 month CT scheduled for Friday. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to make it. TD took the day off to be there to get Buttercup off and be home when she was if I needed it. I figured he could go in my stead if I didn't feel well. When I got up at 5:15am, nothing felt wrong, so I decided I could be the one to take her. I am glad I did, after our day.
I numbed Fiona's arm up before we got to the hospital. When we got there, they didn't like the veins in the arm we numbed up, so they put some numbing cream on the other arm while she drank her contrast. That takes at least 30 minutes, so that would be enough time for the cream to work. Fortunately she was numb when the nurse started because they dug around for quite some time. They resorted to a freeze spray and the back of her hand. That didn't work out so well. They sprayed her hand and went right to work. Fiona started crying, I don't know if they gave it time to work. I felt so bad. She informed me that I now owed her $4 for the two sticks. I told her she owed me $2 for my flu shot.
She was feeling a bit traumatized after all that. After a few minutes in the scanner, she asked the nurse if I could stand next to her. The actual scan didn't take long, so we were soon off for a breakfast of doughnuts and milk. Oh, she doesn't get to eat before the scan, which doesn't help.
We were 3 hours away from our Dr.'s appointment. We had them leave the IV in so that she wouldn't have to be stuck again for the blood draw. I signed in early at the front desk and then we took a seat. We hadn't been sitting for a minute when a woman approached wanting to know if Fiona wanted to record a song. Seriously. Um let's see...Fiona...sing? There is an actual recording studio at the clinic. She was in there before I could say anything. The director interviewed and they settled on writing a song about the cats. During this, our beeper (think Olive Garden) went off and we went for a blood draw.
Another problem. Her IV wasn't working very well. We did all sorts of things to get a better blood return and then the nurse started talking about a finger poke or another needle. My sweet girl just started weeping. I felt so bad. We had had enough trauma today. Wasn't being off treatment supposed to be easier. I had settled on another needle because she hasn't had a finger poke and she doesn't like new medical procedures. The great nurse took pity on us and sent back what she had in the vial and luckily, that turned out okay.
After another long wait, we were able to see the doctor. Once again, Fiona's scan is clear, nothing to see. The poor baby fell asleep on the way home. After dinner, I got her $4 out of my purse and put it in her money jar. We counted it and found out she had $17.81. I asked her, " Aren't you glad we didn't take you to the dollar store to buy silly things and now you are saving up. What do you want to get?" " Oh, I am going to buy a flat screen for my room." Of course she is. Aim high honey.
PS: I am trying to get a link to a place where I uploaded her song
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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4 comments:
Poor Fiona, pokes sure stink. Especially when you have to get so many in one day! But that flat screen will make it all worthwhile. :)
That is the pits for her!
At least it's not every month any more!
Flat screen, eh?! Why do we encourage them to dream big again? Poor Fiona. I hate needles too and want to cry whenever I see them. My veins are tricky, so I feel Fiona's pain. I hope she doesn't have too many more sticks--or perhaps she'd feel the flat screen was worth it? ;)
No little girl should have to go through all that she does. I am sorry it is a rough week again. I am glad you were feeling good enough to take her.
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