He's Home and Elcie's Back In School

The first thing he did was fix the t.v. of course. I still don't understand what causes it to go nuts every time a tape comes to its end and rewinds. There has to be a better system. Right now he's comfortable in the living room and I'm listening to music in here. CCR is singing Proud Mary at the moment. I'm dating myself again.

I'm puzzled by several things. I think they discharged him too soon for starters. They're counting his hospital time from when the doctor first wrote the admission note (which was almost 72 hours before he went in as you may remember). He was very wobbly last night but this morning is better so far. I'm watching him closely.

He had some sort of spell in the hospital - blood pressure suddenly dropped to 60. They had crash carts in his room. Did he tell me this? Of course not, at least not until he was home.

They've prescribed methadone and morphine according to him. I haven't picked up the prescriptions yet and I'm going to google methadone. They say it's a common pain reliever in addition to its well known properties of combatting heroin addiction. But then morphine too? Something's going on. He's never complained of that kind of pain. And if his primary problem is with his lungs, why morphine? Strange.

I will find out. He's misunderstood what they've said before. In addition, he has a new anti-biotic.

If I sound like I'm against modern medicine, I'm not. I do think they're taking a scattergun approach though and three different pain meds (not including ibuprofen and the aspirin he takes for his heart) might be a bit much.

Update: This doesn't make me any more comfortable. It does, however, list pain relief as one of the uses of methadone.

In other news? Not too much really. Elcie balked at returning to school but she went. She'd missed two full days plus the first day when the school sent her home. She seems to wake up feeling rotten but an hour or so into the day she's feeling better. That's what I do unless I'm really sick. She'll be spending much of her weekend on makeup work.

Rebecca and Rochelle are accepting their grounding with some grace. They both insist they brought my cell phone back inside and neither one knows how it was stolen. Point is, they didn't have permission to take it outside the house and it's the second phone in a couple of weeks that has disappeared in the same way. I spent much of yesterday trying to get a phone that would work immediately even if I had to leave it on the charger while I used it. Thank heavens Tim came through. Insurance takes a couple of days and I haven't decided whether to file claims on both phones. It will involve a police report (which I can do online), making a trip to one of the Verizon stores, and forking over $100. Meantime, the Cricket stays in my pocket. (And I may let them out of jail before they turn 21 - I'll have to think about it).

With both phones, they were answered the first time we called them - in Spanish. This time I had my Spanish speaking neighbor call back. Some kid answered, swore at him in Spanish, and hung up. I borrowed a phone and turned my phone into a paperweight. They can't use it, can't activate it. If they try to activate it, they're in trouble. I don't think my Hispanic neighbors are more apt to steal than anyone else; it's just that there are more of them. It's the law of averages and some kids steal. These kids happened to be Hispanic and may even be the same kids in both cases.

I've been having some problems with the two younger girls this year. They've had a little more freedom and they're confusing freedom with license. I have clamped down. Even after they're ungrounded, they're restricted. No further than the local store and a strict time limit.

The next few years should be great fun for all of us.

Take care everyone.