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Nebulized

September 9, 2009

We thought we had escaped the inevitable emergency room visit that usually follows family holidays. We actually book a seat in the waiting room prior to our departure now. But, true to form, James managed to catch some kind of lung eating respiratory bug on the cruise. This is weird because the cruise ship showers actually have a Purell option, and before you enter any dining area, they hand you a complimentary bleach cocktail.

James ended up having an asthma attack last Friday night because he still had the bug and I made him play outside instead of watching Sponge Bob or whatever is the latest TV crack for kids. Boo on you mother!

We brought him into emergency for a nebulizer (this is a contraption that helps open the airways and also demobilizes aliens) The last time we took him to emerg for a nebulizer, the nurse gave us our own room with an actual door and a television. This is because she realizes that toddlers are actually very skilled at escaping through hospital curtains, AND they do not easily consent to having awkward medicine spewing things strapped to their faces. Who knew?

This time, however, we managed to persuade the nurse to bring a television TO the curtained stall, but only after she tried to persuade us that if we HOGTIE James with a bedsheet, he’d probably hold still while we strap the medicine spewing thing to his face. Yes, I said, that’s true. But he will flatten this hospital with his screaming, I promise you.

In the end, James and I spent the night and they nebulized him every three hours. In the morning, I asked the nurses to unlock the hospital playroom for us. No, they told me. You know, because of the germs.

THIS IS A HOSPITAL. The whole reason you exist is germs.

While I was totally pissed by this denial of exploratory play, James was delighted. Hello, unlimited television. Touche, mother.

Here he is, being nebulized by both Ventalin and Elmo.

james hospital

For the record, he’s mostly better now but completely addicted to Elmo. Thank you health care system.

By the by, I will open the voting for the artwork naming contest tomorrow. Please come back and vote. If we have the same ratio of entries to votes as the last time, only three people will vote, and they will likely be my mother, my mother-in-law and J.D because I will make him. Don’t embarrass the universe by allowing that to happen.

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. Eileen permalink
    September 9, 2009 4:15 pm

    James look quite ticked off as well . . . oh well, there are worse things than Elmo (it’s that Dora the Explorer you’ve got to watch out for . . )

  2. Colleen permalink
    September 9, 2009 8:48 pm

    Oh no! Poor James. I hope you are both feeling sufficiently nebulized. James is totally turning red head – it must be all the Elmo.
    By the way… is “pissed” a swear?
    Miss you guys!

    • Claire permalink*
      September 9, 2009 9:12 pm

      no. pissed belongs in the potty language category. though there are crossovers…

  3. Jane permalink
    September 10, 2009 2:25 pm

    That picture made me cry. Oh and James is probably going to look like Haley Joel Osment in six years. Just sayin’.

  4. September 24, 2009 7:27 pm

    Oh… poor little guy. And I don’t know about you, but I have a really hard time understanding what Elmo says.

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