She thought she had the flu, but then the headaches got worse, so Dad just took her in.
She's a life-long crip, born Spina Bifida, and I'm told she was the first to survive. I was four when she was born, and I can remember her being a March of Dimes poster girl, there on her little crutches, flashbulbs popping, her just beaming away, in wonderment at all the attention.
Hydrocephalic, of course, and they put a shunt in her head that failed long ago. They tend to do that. And now she is having intense headaches, dizziness, and nausea.
Some prayer would be nice.
I would really, really miss her if she was gone, and that's about all I can say right now.
Well, Vicodin wasn't touching the pain, so they upgraded it to Percocet, gave her Cipro, and sent her home. They think it might be her kidneys and/or ureters. She has passed so many kidney stones, they think she's pretty torn up in that area.
She's one of these 'strong independent cripples', the kind I can't stand. I mean I hate the whiners, too, at the opposite end of the spectrum, but when your whole family lives in town and wants to help, and you're paralyzed from the waist down, and you don't ask for help until you have to be taken to the emergency room in agony, well...
So the family is going to do an intervention as soon as she gets well enough to travel. We're taking her up to some specialists in Portland to look at her, if I have to 5150 her.
She wouldn't dream of us not getting Johnny the care he needs, and that is one of the things I'm gonna put in her face. If you want to kill yourself, I'll loan you the pistol, otherwise, shut the fuck up and get in the car.