Thursday, October 19, 2006
By now you are surely wondering, why are there posts on this blog at 3 in the morning. What the hell is wrong with this girl.
Actually I'm just trying to keep my mind occupied because Becca and Don left for the ER in an ambulance after Becca woke up with very croupy breathing and scared the pediatrician on the phone. She's had croup before, but they didn't want to take any chances. So they had us call 911 and Becca got to ride in the back of the ambulance. She's okay, they have her hopped up on steroids and oxygen and she'll be back here soon and I'm sure in several hours will be well enough to poke the dogs and realign all the Barbie limbs.
It really does seem like people get sicker at night. My own ER visit (see BREAKDOWNS post, September 1) was no exception. And then of course the 101 Dalmation puppies were born on "a dark and stormy night" and Madeleine's appendicitis attack came in the middle of the night/Ms. Clavel turned on the light and said "something is not right!". Of course, I know that those are fictional examples and in fact are even cartoons. Still what do you want, it's 4 in the morning.
Apparently our bodies actually DO get sicker at night, it's not just a seems-like-they-do thing. Lying horizontally increases congestion, sore throat, and ear pain. And because we are on Circadian Rhythm, our hormonal cycles suppress fevers and pain during the day that intensify at night. So there you go, actual biological justification regarding my sitting here and talking to you.
2 comments:
Poor Becca! and you!
Zac has a terrible post-nasal drip and spent the night hocking loogies in my face, so maybe he and Becca are connected like some twins are.
We once went to the ER at 3 a.m. when we lived in Teaneck. Morrie had a crushing headache, and we thought something horrible was happening. We left there around 4 when we figured he'd be dead by then. In the car, he said, "Now we know why it's called Holy Name Hospital - you look around the E.R. and say, 'Jesus Christ! Oh my God!'" I swear, there were people there with axes in their heads and eyes popped out. Okay, maybe that was an early-morning hallucination, but Holy Name is a good name for a hospital nonetheless.
That's really funny. I am nearly waking up poor Becca with my guffaws. I had a really high fever on a business trip on Philly -- same thing with the ER there, I sat there and after an hour I felt very able-bodied in relation to everyone else, so I left, feeling guilty for taking up a bed and a doctor when everyone else had their insides hanging out!
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