The Weekend That Was

How should I start out this post? Oh yes, I know. Little Man is bat-shit insane. He is off his rocker. Loopy. Nuts. Manic. Coo-Coo for Coacoa Puffs. Frappé à la tête. Loco de la cabeza. He is wacked out of his mind on (wait for it…. wait for it…. ) Orapred! That’s right the 11 month hiatus from Insane Little Man is over. Little Man’s breathing took a nose dive Thursday evening. Friday morning, the doctor decided that it was, indeed, time to hop Little Man up on goofballs. But this is only the beginning of the weekend. There is more to come.

Wifey had a conference this weekend, in fact she is still at the conference right now. It is some conference about dialog facilitation at a resort outside of Boulder, Colorado. (she gets to go to all the best trainings and conferences)

Umm.. I make maps for a living
For those of you in the know, you know there ain’t nothin’ outside of Boulder, CO. For those of you not in the know, there ain’t nothing in the Boulder, CO area. She is in the sticks, the boonies, the middle of nowhere, the not in cell service area. (Her actually getting there was an event in it’s own right, but that is a story for her to tell, and she kind of already did.) Anyway, to make a long story tediously laborious I would have Dickens ghost write for me, but Dickens is dead ("ghost write"? "dead"? quite the unintentional pun), so that ain’t happening. I guess I will have to sum up via a time line.

  • 12:30-ish pm: Little Man takes a double dose of Orapred
  • 3:40 pm: we pile into the car to take Wifey to the airport
  • 3:50 pm: The “You need to buys some gas, Idiot” light comes on
  • 4:00 pm: Little Man and I start our trek home from the airport. Little Man is starting to cough.
  • 4:10 pm: Finally find a gas station. Little Man is coughing more.
  • 4:14 pm: Traffic sucks so bad we have to go the opposite direction of where we want to go. Little Man’s coughing is even worse
  • 4:20 pm: Still working towards home in a VERY roundabout way. Little Man’s coughing is nearly constant
  • 4:45 pm: Finally home. What is typically a 15-20 minute trip has taken 45 minutes. Little Man is really coughing now.
  • 4:46 pm: Little Man is getting a breathie (aerosol treatment with Xopenex and Attrovent)
  • 6:00 pm: Second dosage of Orapred
  • 6:45 pm: Coughing is bad again, time for another breathie
  • 8:45 pm: Time for another Breathy
  • 9:30 pm: Start getting bags ready for the trip to the ER
  • 9:45 pm: coughing just is not getting any better time to go to the ER
  • 10:00 pm: ER
  • 10:15 pm: ER triage
  • 12:30 am: Leave ER waiting room to go home and give Little Man a breathing treatment
  • 2:30 am: Little Man finally falls asleep
  • 3:00 am: Papa finally falls asleep
  • 8:40 am: Little Man is up and ready to go, but no longer coughing

By up and ready to go, I mean, nuts. Bonkers. Cracked. Unhinged. Balmy (is “Balmy” a synonym for crazy? It sounds almost right.).

This morning began day 4 of the Orapred saga. I am tired and cranky. Little Man is tired and cranky. Wifey is tired and cranky (for different reasons, she will have to get into those if she wants), and she will not be home until tomorrow afternoon.

To recap:
This is the second time Wifey has left me with Little Man in the throws of Orapred loopiness
Bat-shit insane, off his rocker, loopy, nuts, manic, coo-coo for Coacoa Puffs, frappé à la tête, loco de la cabeza, he is wacked out of his mind, nuts, bonkers, cracked, unhinged, balmy
I am exhausted
Mimma has been a lifesaver
Everything will be back to normal tomorrow