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24 hours

25 Jul

I just got a call from Michael; he and Jade will be in the hospital for 24 hours of observation.  After being in touch with Dr. Demos (the pediatric neurologist in Vancouver) they want to keep a close eye on her and increase her evening drug dose yet again.

After talking to Dr. Demos, Dr. Stuart (the doctor at Emergency this morning) asked Michael if they had ever told us that the type of epilepsy Jade has is hard to control.  Michael doesn’t remember ever hearing that, and neither do I.  Maybe they were trying to bolster our optimism; the impression I always got was that there was a good chance of controlling her seizures.  But I suppose the definition of “controlling” was never really explored.

If Jade has another major seizure in the next few days, they’ll be adding a drug and sending her down to BC immediately.  It’s so frustrating feeling like we never get the whole story.

Covering me in butter

25 Jul

It’s 9:40 a.m. and I just got to the office. Jade had a major seizure this morning as we were getting ready for the day, necessitating another call to 911. Michael went to Emergency with her while I finished getting ready and assembled some breakfast for him. He and Jade are still at the hospital, but he expects they’ll be discharged sometime this morning. Jade is in a sleepy and dazed post-ictal state and apparently her blood sugar was low (they pricked toe her in the ambulance) but otherwise seems okay.

I’ve got to get some work done, so I will leave you with a post I wrote a few days ago, which is a follow-up to yesterday’s entry. A little humour is definitely needed here to brighten up the day.

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So, you may recall that I posted yesterday that Michael was trying to “cover me with butter”, a mangling of the idiom “butter me up”. This goes back to a story that Michael’s mother told us a few years ago, which has evolved into an inside joke in our household.

(Marian, forgive me if I’ve fudged some of the details; I don’t remember them exactly, but I figure they don’t matter too much.)

Marian works for a dentist, and we all know dentists make pretty decent money, especially when they’re competent and have established a reputation for doing good work. The boss had hired a pleasant East Indian woman to do some cooking and cleaning, and it seems he and his wife were very happy with her. He gave her some lavish compliments on a meal she had cooked one evening; she was pleased but rather flustered, and replied (and if you can do an East Indian accent, you must use it here): “Oh, sir! You are just trying to cover me with butter!”

I love this story! It reminds me of when I was trying to learn German in Germany. I remember one of the girls in my class reading a note I’d written, in which I’d made some kind of spelling mistake, and she thought it was so cute she said, “Oh, wie suess!” (“Oh, how sweet!”) Sometimes the challenge of speaking another language creates new expressions that are somehow are better than their originals.

Isn’t “covering me in butter” just so much more fun?!

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