Finally Recovered from the Weekend

Friday night found us headed down to Fort Wayne for a graduation party. Joe's cousin's daughter Danielle, our flower girl, graduated from high school. They had a really nice party for her on Saturday: family, friends, great food, and a jumping thing. My kids bounced their brains out.

We were heading out the door saying our goodbyes, when Griffin got a look at the Dustin's, Danielle's brother, girlfriend. She was sitting and had he legs crossed. Griffin just stared at her legs then looked up and her and signed the "I love you" sign, with a big goofy grin on his face. He was smitten. Unfortunately the romance was short, because it was time to go.

The big plans for the night were karaoke-ing with Joe's brothers, Andy and Josh and Frank, Josh's friend. They were hysterical. Josh sang "Going to the Country" by Canned heat. He did the whole thing in falsetto. I couldn't stop laughing. It was so creepy it was wonderful. I'd love to show you the video, but everytime I try to do anything with it my whole computer locks up.

Andy is a true performer and had the crowd of . . . 15 or so throughly entertained. His masterpiece was "Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol. Joe even got into the fray with "Touch Me" by The Doors. He sounded great.

We stayed out until 3am. I was toast until probably Tuesday and I only had one shot. The one the karaoke guy bought us because we "Rocked!"

Damn the Asthma

Griffin's been coughing for a couple of weeks. A cough here, cough there, but nothing really horrible sounding. Then suddenly Monday night at the first grade concert he starting barking like a dog. We medicated with asthma stuff hoping to knock it out. No luck. Wednesday after school I knew we were in a bad place. I scheduled the earliest appointment I could get for Thursday, 2:40. Upped the meds, he made it through the night, but woke up coughing like crazy. Thursday was also his much anticipated field trip to the zoo. How could he miss that? Joe had even taken the day off. So we drug the poor kid to the zoo all drugged up, where he had a blast.

He looks like crap in the picture above doesn't he? Oy!

We had to leave early for the appointment and the "Trail of Tears" at the zoo became just that. He cried almost the entire way to the doctor's office, because he wanted to see more animals. As we pulled into the parking lot he passed out.

They took his blood oxygen level (pulse/ox) and it was 90%. Our doctor will hospitalize at 94%, so the 90% was not a good thing. Thank God the treatment they did worked wonders and Griffin had a 95% at the next pulse/ox. Not great, but no hospital . . . but lots of steroids. So, I'm back on nursing detail. I just wish my patient didn't find the liquid steroid repulsive.