Sunday, October 14, 2007
The Best of Times. The Worst of Times
Our weekend started great on Friday night then moved into the frantic mode and a 911 call by late Saturday afternoon. A trip for the first time to the National Fair with your granddaughter is about as good as it gets. Watching your wife all of a sudden get so sick she cannot respond to you is about as frantic as it gets.
I’m typing this on Sunday morning in a hospital room after a not so restful night here but things are definitely on the upswing now.
I have learned a lot about a drug called Phenazopyridine the last several hours. The drug is usually given along with an antibiotic for a urinary tract infection. For most folks it works quite well. For my wife, it causes severe vomiting, dropping of blood pressure and other symptoms until she gets to the point she cannot respond. At least that is my diagnosis of her crisis situation last night.
She had taken an over the counter version (Azo) of this drug on two occasions the last couple of weeks. The first time she got sick we thought she had a virus. The second time, which was worse than the first time, we correlated the sudden vomiting and other symptoms with the Azo. Saturday morning we filled a couple of new prescriptions which included another antibiotic and a drug called Pyridium. We didn’t realize that Pyridium is another version of Azo or Phenazopyridine. Three hours later we had a crisis on our hands which included a call to 911 and an emergency ride in what many folks in the south call “the sick wagon.” I can tell you I was glad they have sick wagons last night and I was glad they have trained personnel riding them.
The great part was on Friday night when we took our 9 month old granddaughter to the Georgia National Fair. Taylor visited the fair with both sets of grandparents this week as well as her parents on different nights. I don’t know who enjoyed it the most – Taylor or the kinfolks watching Taylor.
To see a little girl’s eyes light up in awe as she looks up and sees all the lights is a pretty amazing thing to watch. Last year at this fair we were buying stuff for a little girl who was just being formed in her mommy’s tummy. This year she was there in all her perfectness. And it is hard to imagine it getting any better than that.
Weekend number 41 of 2008 is definitely one I will remember for a while.
It was the best of times and it was the worst of times.