What’s the cat doing there anyway? (****** UPDATED!! ******)
Jeeze … I have an awful few days, try to get a post up and don’t do due diligence in giving you full information, and wow, you pile on. So, here is the original post followed by the update forced by your comments. 😉
You know it was a bad weekend when …
… you wake up Monday morning and ringing in your head is Harry Chapin’s Cat’s in the Cradle. Talk about depressing songs …
There is something wrong with Pearlsky and I have no idea what it is. So much so to the point that I don’t even know what kind of doctor to take her to. She obviously does not feel well, something is bothering her, and we have no clue. I’ve tried everything I have learned over the years to diagnose … to no avail. And wishing I wouldn’t wake up Monday morning didn’t work, either.
I never got an answer to all the direct, specific questions I repeatedly asked the school district. Now there is a new Special Education Coordinator in the high school who really seems fantastic. She has her own child with “needs” which helps in the empathy department. I have high hopes that things will be different. I have decided that the new tact I am taking is asking direct questions, in writing, when Pearlsky or I get crap from nursing or the therapists. It has already started again with nursing, but that’s another post. The idea is to call these people on their violations of the IEP or whatever, in writing, with others cc’d in an attempt to get them to take ownership or responsibility for whatever decision they make.
In the spirit of question avoidance this summer, I made a poster for the new Special Education Coordinator, framed it, and will offer it to her for her office. Something tells me it may end up in a drawer.
UPDATE
Okay, let’s take the issues one at a time. I hope Beruriah, Becca, Sarah and Barbara are reading!
Pearlsky has not been feeling well for about six weeks. We have had four (yes FOUR) urinary catheters and a couple of urinary infections and multiple rounds of antibiotic ending with a run of Cipro. I promised her a break on the catheters! The last few days she has been in pain on and off. When she is not in pain / discomfort, she is in a fine mood and is “normal.” This leads me to believe it is an intermittent physical issue. When she is having an “episode,” it is extremely difficult to distract her. It is probably not neurological, I can always see her seizures in her eyes, and this is not a seizure for that and other reasons.
I have checked her ears with an otoscope, and yes, I know how to use it. I’ve also checked a bit of her nasal passages and her throat. I have used a plastic version of a dental pick to try to see if there was tooth or gum pain, she seemed to enjoy it, actually. I ran my finger along her gums and inside her mouth, no issues. I listened to her heart, lung, and bowel sounds with a stethoscope, an old one from my paramedic days, but the basic design really hasn’t changed since the 1800’s. I moved her all joints through full motion to see if any caused pain or discomfort. I have looked for a difference with position, sitting, lying on either side, stomach or back, fetal position or straight. No differences. I palpated her belly, I am not all that good at what I am feeling, but I can pinpoint her liver, stomach, and bowel. Nothing unusual, nor did anything cause pain or discomfort. I had an ex-nanny (who was a nurse many years ago) check out “those” parts and she said all looked normal. And yes, she has been pooping, peeing and menstruating as normal.
We have increased Pearlsky’s liquid intake as we can, but otherwise her diet has not changed.
I have double checked all her medicines. I transfer some of them from the large bottles they come in (from the drug manufacturer) to smaller drug store type bottles so they are easier for us to dispense. I checked each one, returned it to the larger bottle and made sure to shake it well, and then did a careful refill. I double checked the couple of medicines that I myself compound. Only four people are known in the U.S. to have the same amino acid deficiency, and unfortunately, at this point I am the expert on such things, but I have double checked its dosing.
Full blood work about six weeks ago came back normal, although that is no indication about her current condition. We can’t do any type of urine catch at home since it will not qualify as sterile by the hospital’s standards.
My best guess is that her urinary reflux has potentially returned and she can be having an infection bounce between her bladder and kidneys, an issue she had when younger. I put a call into the urology nurses asking them to schedule a nuclear scan to check for vesicoureteral reflux.
And, as I said, I am trying to figure out what other doctor to see. I have consulted with her primary care physician, her back up primary care physician (don’t ask), and the holy One, blessed be He, who hates me anyway.
So that’s what I meant when, in the original post this morning, I wrote “I’ve tried everything I have learned over the years to diagnose … to no avail.”
As for the poster thing … in her week or two at the job, the new Special Education Coordinator has seen that the issue of getting direct questions answered is, at best, difficult. For reasons I won’t go into, I think she will really appreciate the poster and I doubt she will display it in her office, although I hope she does. She will definitely get a chuckle from it. I agree with Barbara in that sharing said poster, or the others I just fantasize making, could be counter productive in some instances, but this particular case I think is okay.
As for the very well educated and articulate Beruriah’s comment that she did not read the word properly at first, I take that to heart and here is the new poster:
PLEASE KEEP COMMENTING and keeping me on my toes. And making suggestions. Lord knows I can’t get through this on my own …
I read that as co-pout first, rather than cop out. Came up with some good readings of what you were trying so say, before I understood it’s simple. Anyway.
Knowing something’s wrong with Pearlsky, and not knowing what or how to figure out, I can only make an understatement–that must royally suck. And hurt. And be scary. It seems like it has been going on for awhile now too. It’s beyond mind numbing to think no one can figure this out.
I want that poster for my new HR department and their insurance benefits specialist.
Uck. Poor Pearlsky. Poor you.
Least-invasive first: general practitioner for urine dip, check ears and throat etc. As it’s non-emergent, you should be able to use the cotton-ball trick to get enough urine for a sample (only need 5-10ml).
Check that the formulation and administration of her amino acid is all as it should be when you’re not doing it yourself.
Is she eating okay, and going to the toilet okay (within Normal For Pearlsky parameters)?
If all reasonable causes have been investigated, she may just* be feeling low… she did have a bit of a crappy time at summer school, after all.
*I know that the possibility of depression etc. in someone as severely impaired as Pearlsky is seriously not trivial. Fingers crossed that it’s physiological and easily fixed, whatever it is. Hmm. Hope she’s feeling better VERY soon. And you.
Ditto to what Becca said about hoping it is physiological and easily fixed.
Careful there, SD. Careful what you wish for. Remember your Mom.
Hope Pearlsky brightens soon. Already. Before you read this.
“to call these people on their violations of the IEP or whatever, in writing, with others cc’d in an attempt to get them to take ownership or responsibility for whatever decision they make” Good plan. The poster, not so much. Albeit expressing your frustration is helpful, sharing it with the Sped Director is likely not helpful.
Update soon on Pearlsky, please. And then I will know your other wish has yet not come true.
See the updated post!
I’m sorry to hear that your dear daughter is sick. I’m wondering if all those rounds of antibiotics haven’t wrecked her digestive system? She might be experiencing periodic discomfort as her body tries to right itself? This might be a lame suggestion, but it was the first thing that came to my mind.
We happen to have a previously scheduled appointment with the GI doctor tomorrow …
Well, in truth, I was all for cooperative pouting. But the image isn’t quite right. Two heads in the sand maybe.
Do you have any personal contact with pathologists? I know that’s not standard, but I wonder if one would have a conversation with you after looking at her slides and hearing her symptoms. Dismiss me if that’s crazy. My sister often talks with colleagues about her son (she’s in forensic pathology).
You know, sometimes we women just like to complain for nothing. Fortunately, we get to blame it on the estrogen. 😉
In all seriousness, I hope Pearlsky is soon on the mend and that you’re able to find out what’s bothering her. It’s never good when your kid isn’t doing well, especially when he or she can’t tell you what’s up.
As for the poster, I really, really need a copy of it for certain people at Monkey Boy’s rehab hospital.
It’s obvious you have done all you can do and will seek out the help she needs to feel better. Just reminding you to care for yourself also.
Well, do what you will with the poster, but its like my suggestion to take cookies to the IEP meeting. I can’t imagine appreciating that as a gift.
Oh, and I don’t get the post title again. Not complaining. Just a fact.
Beruriah: Interesting idea … I may look into it, thanks.
Jo: I can give you a copy … just don’t tell Barbara!
Barbara: Take care of myself? How has time for that? But I do appreciate the concern, and the reminder. That’s something I think we all forget all too often. As for the title, I guess you are not up on your depressing 1970’s folk rock songs. At the top of the post I link to the song ringing in my head, and the first line of the chorus is “And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,” and I never understood that part. And, I got rid of it in my head earlier today … until I just wrote that. Oy.
Barbara- why is the cat in the cradle in the first place?
Cat’s cradle reference in that most hated song…deep or dumb?
“Cat’s Cradle is a 1963 novel by Kurt Vonnegut. It explores issues of science, technology, and religion, satirizing the arms race and many other targets along the way. he title of the book derives from the string game “cat’s cradle”… Early in the book we learn that Felix Hoenikker (a fictional co-inventor of the atom bomb) was playing cat’s cradle when the bomb was dropped, and the game is later referenced by his son, Newton Hoenikker.”
“The lyrics to the verses of the song were originally written as a poem by Chapin’s wife, Sandy Chapin, who is credited as the song’s co-writer.[2] The poem itself was inspired by the awkward relationship between Sandy Chapin’s first husband, James Cashmore, and his father, a New York City politician.” (All from Wiki)
So, S.D. the damn thing was written by a woman…need I say more? (Will you now ban me from commenting in annoying ways on your site?)
Of course! *palmtoforehead*
I always assumed the cat in the cradle is stuffed and is the little boy’s toy. It makes sense. Hope you figure out the medical stuff soon.