Mamarati

So, we’ve been to the allergist, pulmonologist and otolaryngologist this week and none of those appointments went well, really.

He’s reacting to the allergy shots. The rotation was becoming impossible with everything that’s going on and I think there’s more that he’s allergic to that the diet isn’t revealing but that he may be having problems with. He’s so reactive to everything in general, however, so it’s hard to tell what symptoms are related to what. He got blood taken so they can do a more comprehensive blood test and we’ll go from there. He might be a candidate for something called Xolair… but of course I know nothing about it so that’s something that I will have to spend an assload of time researching and even after all that, it’s unlikely that insurance will cover it. One of the nurses said if they don’t cover it, it ends up costing something like $1,000 a month.

Ouch. Can you say ouch?

He’s got a cold that has moved into his lungs and is causing problems with his breathing (160 on the peak flow meter today and he should be blowing 240).

The fungus is filling up his sinuses, still. He said we need to have another surgery (will be the third in a year) in a month or so after some time on steroids to help get the inflammation under control.

MRSA has spread to his little sister (over at his dad’s house) now, so he’s back at my house 24 / 7 until they have the “all clear” over there. His step-mom is engaged in insane house bleaching and whatnot and ended up having to quit her job this week to handle all the health issues that are going on there.

He can’t go back to school until his lungs are better so he’s home.

He’s hopped up on decongestant, steroids, antihistamines, breathing treatments, expectorant, acid controller, sinus rinses… on and on. So, it’s not like he’s his normal self. He’s more like a Tasmanian devil that goes and goes and goes until he collapses from exhaustion.

I’m tired. I can’t believe the way this year is going. It’s like a replay of last year, with one thing after another going wrong. I can’t believe the semester is almost over and I still have so much to do. I can’t believe everything is going to work out OK. But it has to. Because…

Because I said so, dammit. It’s all going to be fine and work out OK and none of this is going to kill us. Make us stronger, right? Yeah. Make us stronger.

In good news, today, the FedEx guy showed up with a happy new MacBook and that should greatly increase my productivity at work and with school.

I’m so tired, though… I opened the box, plugged it in to charge the battery and walked away. I can’t even deal with all that with the current state of affairs. I’m typing this out on the devil I know… and that’s a sad statement. Sad.

More later, maybe.