Because there is no better way to kick off a weekend than a trip to the hospital!

It's been a strange week....

I obviously pissed a few people off in BlogLand, because I was dropped from at least 3 blogrolls (that I know of) since Tuesday.  Sorry folks - I try to keep this place light & funny, but some things I take very seriously.....like women's reproductive rights and fucktards who picket funerals.

I mentioned earlier this week that we were having "Puke & SnotFest 2008" here.  It's gotten worse.  Prince #2 has been miserable and sick and running a fever of 101-102 for 3 days now. Not to be outdone, The Queen hit 103.5 last night.  But Prince #1 beat them all by making me take him to the hospital this afternoon.  Just because he couldn't breathe I have to miss "Judge Judy"???

Oh and what a lovely trip it was.  When I talked to my pediatrician (who listened through the phone to his coughing & wheezing), he told me to take him to the closest hospital.  Not the good hospital....the closest one.  FYI - this place makes the place on "ER" look like the Beverly Hills Hospital.

Luckily, the triage nurse came out to see who brought a barking seal in to the waiting room about 3 minutes after we got there.  It was me, only it wasn't a seal - it was my 6-year old who was about to pass out from lack of air.  She took us back and got him right in to a room.

And....in walks some teenager.  Oh - but she has a white coat on!  You know when you really start to feel old?  When your doctor's first name is Megan and you realize that it means that she was likely born in the 1980s while you were still in high school. 

Orders a breathing treatment for Prince #1 and oral steroids.  I tell her that Prince #1 will onlyonlyonly take Orapred.  No generic version, no pills....Orapred and Orapred only (Prince #1 has PDD-NOS and a whole host of sensory issues).  "Don't worry mom - we'll take care of him".

In walks a nurse....with PILLS.  Prince #1 takes one look and starts throwing a fit.  Hey - maybe mom knows what the hell she is talking about?  Nurse leaves, comes back with a liquid.  I ask if it is Orapred and she assures me it is.  Prince #1 takes 1 swig and promptly throws up all over me, the nurse and himself.  Yep - it was generic.

By now, there is just NO way that he is taking anything else that they try to give him.  I tell them to just give me a prescription for all 4 doses of ORAPRED and I'll give him the first dose when I get home.  No problem.

Get home eventually - get the prescription filled.  But since Megan the Medical Bimbo STILL didn't believe me, she didn't sign "Brand Medically Necessary" (yes - I should have checked.  I wrongly assumed that my son vomiting all over one of her staff might have clued her in to the fact that mom knows what the hell she is talking about)...and now I have to mop up vomit from my kitchen floor, cabinets, chairs, refrigerator.....

Don't you wish you were me?

(oh - I ended up having my regular pediatrician paged - when I told them that I was trying to get Prince #1 to take the generic, he said "well we all know that isn't going to work!  I'll call in the Orapred."  I am so going to marry that man one day!)