I'm here... But barely. All three of my chiclets are sick. It got so bad that I had to call someone to go pick up meds for me because my kids didn't want me to leave them. Two days later, I waited till it stopped snowing, warmed up and the kids were happy in the sunniest room with a movie. Then I dashed out and bought four or five boxes of all the meds we're using. The pharmacy claims that Chickadee's Rx is expired, and that they called me back. I called them back, then deleted the new message they left without listening to it. Unfortunately, it was the 2nd call, which was the notification that she needed a new script. BLAST. See, it scares me to death when Chickadee is coughing up phlegm. She could aspirate. Every single time She won't keep her feedings down and she hasn't taken a thing by mouth in three days. Thank goodness for the g-tube. Even then she would only keep down an ounce or two at her worst. I'm worried. But, I got ...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.