yep, it's been grim.
To be honest, I hadn't realised how bad it was until school started screwing me over with idiot plan reviewing their classroom policy for next year and wanted to move my youngest boy into a P2/P1 composite. Only the shape of the comp would be him, three wee girls and a boy with special needs in with 20 brand new p1s.
Apart from the educational mess challenges that would bring - moving my youngest kid away from his social circle screws me over would be difficult. We don't have local family support - so I rely on the network of friends I've built up to sweep up my other two when wheezy breeks has a crisis.
The thought of not having that, well, I've felt traumatised, frankly. Having to write an appeal and reflect on all this stuff has been hard. I don't want to think about it, I just want to be grateful that I still have 3 kids and move on with the usual chaos of life.
To be honest, looking at this list of admissions and drama has really, really upset me. Hey ho, it'll all work out, but, it's wearing.
So, he's viral induced, got a few allergies, but nothing too dramatic. On seretide 2puffs/day, salbutamol 4 puffs a day, monteleukast and pred now dropped to 5mg for antoher 10 days - then off for 2 weeks and see what bits of him have been knackered.
His growth and weight are fine. He's pale, his skin breaks down, he is high as a kite, he has headaches and now, a lot of gastric symptoms.
I'm going to not give him the lansop tomorrow - he's just been puking again. Poor lamb puts up with so much, he's utterly compliant.
So, in short, the steroids havnt' been too bad. Let's face it, there's been no choice. His wheeze wasn't compatible with life, so the risks were worth it. Not now, though, needs off them before the rest of his systems are stuffed.
Wearing.
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