Oh, I wouldn't have known that, since I've spent the last couple of days nursing sick kids.
I did manage to shoot five photos since yesterday...this one shows KTN's awesome houses...
My husband called while I was in Seattle, around three thirty am and told me that Koy had another migraine, and what should he do about it?... So, I have him the schpeel:
Dark Room. Quiet Room. Cool Room. Two Advil. Plenty of water. Lots of Sleep.
When I arrived, he was not the kid I sent to have fun in Ketchikan. He was the sick kid who scares me with his dreams and hallucinations. Max wasn't feeling too well either. He's got the case of Pepto-needing illness...all five symptoms. Dean thought maybe it was because of the heat.
This morning, we woke up with a startled kid in our faces, saying, "MOM!" He jumped over and immediately started to throw up. I knew he was gone by then. Since then, he's hallucinated only once and Dean's gotten to experience it for the first time. Not fun...
Can I just say...I feel very sorry for the natives in Ketchikan. My husband thought it would be easier to go to the native hospital here, and we were there for HOURS. We had to get the charts from Kotzebue, fill out paperwork, and wait for information.
Did they triage him? No. They said, "Oh, we can see you on Monday..." Uh, NO...MONDAY will NOT be OK. So, I gave them my best bear-mom speech, which may or may not have included words like "private insurance...if we were white...are you crazy...he has a FEVER of 103 and you're sending us off till MONDAY...what's wrong with you people..."
Yeah. So far we've seen a lot of hills, and big ships, and trees. Its been ABSOLUTELY beautiful here, but here I sit, finally blogging, because we FINALLY saw an actual doctor who gave him what he HOPEFULLY needed to get over this three day migraine, and he's sleeping in a cool, quiet, dark room now.
My non-sick kids.
On another note, I've met so many people, I don't recall a single name. So, if you read this blog, and I forget your name. I'm sorry. But I really do have a lot of things that I have to remember, one being Koy's ENTIRE health history from birth until 12 years old, because when you're native, you don't see the same provider EVER, so you have to recite the entire history over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over, oops, I got carried away. And over again. I've long since thought about actually recording his history onto a memory stick and then just printing it out whenever we go to the hospital! I wonder if that would work.
Anyway...tomorrow is the memorial for Papa, and Dean's been busy coordinating the missing man formation fly-by, and we've been working on the slide presentation and the funeral programs. So, I just hope Koy feels good enough to go tomorrow.
So, if you're religious, please pray for my son. He wants nothing more than to be able to go outside and enjoy this weather and new place. If you're not...pray to Venus, or Allah, or your cats for him to get better. I'd really appreciated it...and I'll take anything right now.
Our next course of action will be to fly him to Seattle. Sigh....
(P.S. We are staying out of cell reception and I found a place in the house that gets ONE bar of free wireless reception! I'm typing as fast as I can!!!)