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We made these videos a few weeks ago, before he caught pneumonia. On the plus side, the antibiotic IV he got in the hospital cleared up that lip infection, too.

It's probably obvious that these were totally unscripted?

We're coming along nicely on The Return of the King, now. Merry is about to meet Dernhelm soon. Just for the record, he hasn't seen the movies at all - thank goodness!


Nov. 10th, 2009 09:29 pm
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Sebastian's been sick for the past few days. He's had a sore throat, an intermittant temperature just under 101, and complains of nausea sometimes. His doctor doesn't think it's swine flu (although nearly half of his school has swine flu now), more likely a cold; but he's had to stay home the past couple of days.

Tonight he asked me to go upstairs early. He'd found Pitter-Pat, the stuffed toy ant that I'd bought for him a while ago; he'd been lost under the bed. He set up Pitter-Pat's bed in a little box, with an old Spider-man mask for a blanket.

Once we got upstairs, he wanted to lie down and rest in his bed. This was EXTREMELY unusual, because it was nearly three hours before his bedtime! We lay down, and after a few minutes I found myself thinking that some music would be nice. I didn't say a word, but he got up. I asked what he was doing, and he said he was going to go turn on the TV in our bedroom and turn it to the New Age channel. I was amazed, because that was just what I'd been thinking of doing!

So we went to the bedroom and turned on the music. We chatted a little; he said how nice it was to relax. And then we both fell asleep.

Fortunately it wasn't hard at all to wake up up just enough to get him back into his own bed a few hours later, when Teri came upstairs. And he fell asleep again almost instantly. What a good boy!
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Yesterday they took off Sebastian's cast. Teri thinks he was a little nervous when they were sawing (I'd stupidly mentioned that they'd touched my arm with the saw when they cut mine off, giving me a friction burn), but he seemed fine to me. His arm is fine, and he had a bit of the enhanced sensation I remember after the cast came off. He'll go back in two weeks for a final check, but all seems to be fine!
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It was an eventful three days.


On Saturday, we'd been asked to be designated drivers to King Richard's Faire for Teri's brother and his wife and friends. We did that last year, too.
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Sebastian's cast Sebastian's cast
Here it is. He picked the color, of course. It's signed now - he asked me to be the first.


May. 11th, 2009 10:19 am
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Two days ago I was holding our cat, Sarah. Sebastian asked me to pass her to him, so I did - but not carefully enough. She pierced him in the shoulder with one of her hind claws. It was a small deep piercing rather than a scratch.

He screamed. The clawed spot instantly turned black and looked bruised. Teri took him into the bathroom, wiped the spot down with a baby wipe, put antibacterial ointment on the scratch, and put a Spongebob Squarepants band-aid on it.

Last night she took off the band-aid. The entire area where the band-aid had been stuck was bright red and splotchy. The injury itself was clearly infected; he had a perfectly round spot about the size of a dime that had turned darkish and swollen.

After a bit of arguing (Teri sometimes seems to think that I don't know what I'm talking about) I used some hydrogen peroxide on the infection. A small scab had formed, but after several applications the scab dissolved, and the peroxide foamed up quite a bit. Sebastian was very scared, but relieved that the peroxide didn't really hurt. I kept applying peroxide until it stopped foaming.

As far as I could tell, the peroxide had affected the center of the infection; a spot in the center about the size of a large pencil eraser had visibly improved. The swelling basically disappeared. But there's still a circle around the perimeter that's dark and infected. My guess is that the peroxide couldn't penetrate that far under the skin from the central entry point.

We're going to check it again tonight. If it's not visibly better, we'll call his doctor; he may need antibiotics. I'm hoping we can avoid the necessity of having it lanced, since that would scare him very much. But unless it's swollen again, I don't think lancing will be necessary.

As for the band-aid, I checked the packaging. Sure enough, it was a latex bandage. I don't know that Sebastian is allergic to latex, but it seemed a reasonable possibility. So I put on antibacterial ointment, got a sheer latex-free band-aid (without Spongebob, but that's life), and put it on perpendicular to the orientation of the original band-aid. If he has a reaction to this one, he'll end up with a red plus-sign on his shoulder.
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I'm really dead tired. But let me see...

Lots of handywork lately. I replaced the light switch inside a ceiling fan in the kitchen. I helped (a bit) Teri's brother and his wife as they put drywall up on our dining room ceiling. I helped put joint compound on the drywall. And I installed a steel floor jack in the basement.

Our living room floor had always had a tendency to shake a bit, particularly when Sebastian jumps up and down. It was a little scary. My Dad had put a 2x4 in the basement a few years ago, but it was starting to splinter. So I picked up a steel floor jack at Lowes for $40. It wasn't too hard to install, and now the floor is nice and steady.

Okay, it still creaks here and there, but it's much more solid-feeling.

And today, I did something quixotic: I bought a Wii Fit. They had a fresh shipment at Best Buy in the lobby at work, and I had some extra money, so I said "what the hell". Maybe it will help us lose weight, all three of us. I'd read mixed reviews, but it seemed worth it to spend $89 on the possibility of getting Sebastian into better shape. I worry about his weight.

It turned out well, at least tonight. We all played it, even Teri, and I worked up a damned good sweat. It's surprisingly solid and strong; I'd heard that it was only good for up to 250 lbs. (I'm over that, unfortunately), but I did some research and found out today that the American model can handle up to 330. So I can use it.

And it's fun! It's an accurate electronic scale, and it tracks our weight and BMI. I'm going to try to use it every night. It can't hurt, right?

Update: I forgot to say, the whole thing was rather synchonicity-ous. If I hadn't put the floor jack under the living room two days before, right where the Wii balance board HAD to be, the whole house would have shook when we played Wii Fit.
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I took today as a v-day because we had an appointment to take Sebastian for a follow-up with a gastroenterologist in Providence this afternoon. He'd been complaining about stomach pains for years, and we'd taken him in a couple of months ago. They recommended a high-fiber diet; we hadn't been great about following it, but we did increase his fiber intake.

He's fine. The pain had pretty much disappeared over the past two months, so the doctor was pleased. He has gained five pounds, though, which isn't good. I've been nagging and nagging Teri about more fruits and vegetables, and I think that we really need to DO it now.

But anyway, let me get back to the subject.

Since the appointment was in the afternoon, Sebastian went to school today. Teri normally volunteers as a lunch lady on Tuesdays. I've never had a chance to try that, and since I was home, I figured "why not?".

It was pretty neat! It's only three grades, and the building they're in has an incredible amount of character. It's an old parochial school for grades K-3, quite small, and they're closing it down at the end of the school year. I'm afraid that they'll probably demolish it, which would be a terrible pity. Walking into that building is like walking into the 1950s or early 1960s. The sink is a real museum piece, with a round Insinkerator in the center. The room itself...well, I think I got a snapshot or two from the first time that I was there.

The kids ate quickly. We brought pizza to the kids that had tickets for it, and helped any kid who needed it. They were all awfully nice and sweet. It was over very quickly, in less than half an hour, and cleanup only took a few minutes. I really liked the whole experience. It makes me a little sad, though, because it won't be long before it's all gone.


Jan. 5th, 2009 09:38 am
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According to an article in the Washington Post today, scientists expect to be able to regrow parts of teeth relatively soon.


Dec. 2nd, 2008 02:57 pm
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It's bad.

His tooth has been capped, or something, with composite, but it's much weaker than the natural tooth. He can't bite anything firm like an apple or even a candy bar for the rest of his life. He'll have problems with it for the rest of his life, and will probably end up needing a root canal, crown, veneer, perhaps even a complete replacement.

My heart is broken. And how are we going to keep him from ever eating anything crunchy? They told him he can't even eat cookies or crunchy chicken nuggets!
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Sebastian just called me as they were driving to the dentist; he's scared silly. He had the sad and scared voice that breaks my heart. I tried to cheer him up; I think I succeeded, a bit. He asked if he could take Frisco (his favorite stuffed animal) in with him, and he could.

Teri's going to call me as soon as he's done. We took some photos of him this morning, incidentally, so he could have a record of his broken tooth.
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I don't want to write much about this, because it's bothering me and worrying me very much.

We were with my family for Thanksgiving, and some of us went out for a while to play catch and frisbee. Sebastian got hit right in the tooth with the frisbee. There was a sickening crack, and nearly half his tooth got knocked out.

It's a very large chip, but there doesn't seem to be any exposed nerve or blood. We had a hell of a time reaching an emergency dentist, but when we finally did, a very nice one took time from his Thanksgiving dinner to listen to the situation. Later, our own dentist called back.

Both agreed that it sounded as if the problem were only cosmetic. We'll book an appointment on Monday, since our dentist isn't available earlier. They can't re-attach the chip, but they should be able to bond some sort of replacement.

God, it looks awful. It's broken from nearly at the gum on the left side, and the entire biting surface is gone. It's a razor-sharp point on the other side. But at least I can't see any sign that the break extends into the pulp. I hope to god he doesn't need a root canal, or to have the tooth pulled and replaced.

Sebastian also apparently cut his lip when the frisbee hit, since there was a fair amount of blood in his mouth. He was scared silly, of course, and kept saying he didn't want it to have happened. He was so upset that he threw up his entire Thanksgiving dinner a bit later.

We drove home. He said he wanted to be home and go to sleep. He slept quite a bit in the car, and when we got here (a little while ago, he sat in bed for a while. But he didn't seem sleepy, so Teri took him downstairs to watch TV.

God, I wish this hadn't happened. I feel so bad for him. I hope it can just be fixed, and he never has to worry about it again for the rest of his life.

Update: Unfortunately after a little research, it seems that it will be a life-long issue for him after all. The tooth can be restored by a bonding process, but the replacement only lasts ten years. After that, I guess it will have to be replaced again. It may sound ridiculous that this is breaking my heart...but it is.
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"I'm going to throw up!"

That's a phrase every parent knows all too well.

Sebastian had fallen asleep in the car on the way home from the con; I'd taken him upstairs and put him to bed. Teri fell asleep very early too, by 7PM at the latest. I stayed up to go online and catch up. I created a couple of communities, [ profile] gateway_sf and [ profile] gamehorrorstory, to cover children's genre literature and RPG war stories, respectively. The related panels at the con had been active enough to make them seem like a good idea. And since the con itself had been a bit of a disappointment, I suppose that I was trying to capture some of the excitement I'd missed.

Suddenly I heard Sebastian fussing loudly. As I ran in, he was crying and saying "I don't want to go on stage!" I'd been trying to persuade him to do a Kamikaze costume for the Masquerade this year, but he'd been too scared. That was okay - I'm not one of those parents who forces their kid to do things that they really don't want to do, except for take a bath - but I think he'd been dreaming about the con.

I tried to soothe him. But instead he woke all the way up. And that's when he announced that he was going to puke. I grabbed the nearby bucket and got it in front of his face just in time. Good thing, too: it was a doozy.

To my surprise Teri never woke up. I always wake up before she does when Sebastian is upset; my ears just seem to be tuned to his voice, even when I'm sleeping. But this time, she was really out. Even when I ran into our room to get some tissues and called her name, she stayed asleep.

I ran back and saw Sebastian through the storm. When he finished, he was shaking violently and was a bit messy. cut for gross detail ) I took him down to the bathroom and cleaned him up. He had no fever, so I got him to rinse his mouth out, blow his nose, and drink a little water. As I took him back upstairs, Teri woke up. She comforted him, and then went back to bed as I read "Goodnight Moon" to him. By then, he'd perked up a lot. He was wide awake, talking a blue streak, and generally very alert. I had a sinking feeling.

I sang all his favorite songs, told him stories...eventually I fell asleep before he did. But when I woke up a few hours later he was sound asleep. I went down stairs, cleaned some things, had a sandwich, and came back upstairs. It was way too late for me, but I had to do one more journal entry - this one. As I wrote, I suddenly heard Sebastian fussing and saying something about "Arisia!" - the rest was indistinct. I ran in, and this time was easily able to soothe him back to sleep.

We're all feeling sick, though. I think I'll christen it "The Arisia Syndrome"; when over a thousand people (some of whom must inevitably be sick) are crowded into a tight, hot, dry space, contagion is inevitable. Add in exposure to severe cold - and it was damned cold when we went to the Boston Commons to get the car, so much so that Sebastian literally screamed with pain - and the result is pretty much inevitable.

I'm taking Airborne now. And in a couple of minutes, I'm going to sleep.
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Just a few bullet points about the weekend:

- I made scrambled eggs for the first time in my life yesterday morning. For Sebastian, of course; personally, I hate eggs. But they came out pretty well, apparently.

- Sebastian is sick. Friday evening he fussed and told us that his stomach hurt before we put him to bed. He's complained about that in the past, and we think that he's a little bit of a hypochondriac, so we left it at that. Later in the early morning hours he woke up, crying again, and the pain was clearly very bad. I gave him Motrin, and he was better within ten or fifteen minutes.

Seven hours later, though, he suddenly started crying hysterically again. Same thing: pain in his stomach. It was on the left, side, not the right, or I'd have feared that it was appendicitis. He also started saying that he wanted to go to sleep, and that set off alarm bells in my mind. When a child says that something hurts and they want to go to sleep, they are not faking.

So we called the doctor. Ended up bringing him in. The doctor checked him thoroughly, had a test run at the local hospital (fortunately no shots or blood-tests were necessary), and came up with nothing. We switched Sebastian over to Tylenol, and the time periods stretched out a bit; it took about forty-five minutes to an hour for the Tylenol to take effect, but more like eight or nine hours before another dose was needed. And he hasn't had a dose since this morning. Still, we're going to follow up with his doctor. This shouldn't be happening.

- Hadn't mentioned it before, but Teri gave me a GameCube game called Baten Kaitos for Christmas. I started playing it recently, and it's actually pretty cool - a computer RPG, but combat is handled with an on-screen card resolution system. I was always able to resist Magic: The Gathering and its many clones, but I imagine that someone who was into that might enjoy Baten Kaitos even more than I am. Teri and Sebastian like it, too - Teri even played it for a while, and did pretty well!


Dec. 20th, 2005 11:44 pm
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He's doing much better. No fever, and he's sleeping soundly.

Hope I do, too.
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He just woke up fussing and feverish at 9:20 PM. It was five hours and twenty minutes since his last dose of Motrin, so I gave him another dose. He also drank a lot of water, and calmed down a lot within ten minutes.

I suspect that he'll be feverish and fussy again in about five hours, but we have more Motrin. He hasn't thrown up all day, so I'm hoping that he'll be okay tonight. We'll see.

I'll be going to work tomorrow, barring surprises. I'll drive myself to the train station. Teri's mother will be available if he needs to go to the doctor or hospital.

Funny, this evening I was really wishing that someone would call me. It would be really good to talk to someone about this. But I've already talked to everyone available about Sebastian's illness, so I'm out of luck. Oh well.

And it's time for me to go to sleep now, anyway. Over and out!
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We took him to the doctor this morning, and she had us take him for chest and sinus x-rays and a blood test. God, I can't tell you how hard the blood test was - he asked for me to hold him while they took the blood, and as soon as he saw the needle he screamed and tried to pull away.

Then we went home to wait for the results from the doctor. I gave him Motrin, Teri grabbed some sleep, and Sebastian and I spent the next several hours together. It was soon obvious that the Motrin was helping a lot. His fever disappeared, he cheered up and said he felt "much better". I made him some chicken soup and dry toast, and he ate them all. He drank plenty of water, too, which is always good. And he didn't throw up at all.

But when that dose of Motrin wore off this afternoon, things got bad very quickly. He started sobbing hysterically and telling us that his back hurt a lot. We gave him Motrin again; it had been four hours and 15 minutes since the last dose, so that was okay.

From his behavior I could tell that this was something to take seriously, so I called his doctor. She told me that his white blood cell count was elevated - not dangerously so, but it was clear that he was dealing with something more serious than a viral infection. Unfortunately they hadn't heard back from the radiologist, although they'd called them several times. The doctor told me she was going to call them right away, and call me right back.

Ten minutes later she called. The chest x-rays showed that he had pneumonia in a lobe of his left lung, which explained his back pain - that was on the left side, too. She wanted me to take him to the emergency room for an IV and antibiotic.

I cringed at the thought, particularly since the Motrin had started working and he had calmed down a lot. So I told her that, told her he'd been taking plenty of fluids, had urinated frequently, and had no fever (all true, of course). "You just talked me out of sending him to the emergency room", she said, sounding relieved. Instead, she's calling in a prescription for an antibiotic to our drugstore. I'll be able to pick it up in about forty minutes, and we'll give it to him immediately. We're to monitor him carefully, make sure he drinks and pees a lot, and call them at any time of the night if his condition changes. We'll also call in at 7:30 AM tomorrow morning.
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He threw up all night, about once every half an hour or so, and the fever came back this morning with a vengeance - 104°. We're taking him to the doctor at 9:50.
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He's down to 101.4° and sleeping with his feet resting on Sara. Here's a photo.

I called the nurse and she says he's doing quite well. And now, with any luck, we should all be able to get some sleep.
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I spoke too soon.

Half an hour after my 10:18 PM entry, Sebastian's temperature was back up to 104.9° (yes, I just figured out how to make a degree symbol in HTML). I called the doctor, was referred to the nurse triage line, and after a few minutes on hold I was speaking to a nurse. As a result of that call we woke him up and gave him children's Motrin. He fussed, but took it and was back to sleep within moments. Now I have to stay up for an hour to take his temperature at midnight, and then call the nurse back.

His hands and feet are like ice, even though his head and torso are burning up. The nurse had me do a nail-bed press test to make sure that he wasn't losing circulation. Which he's not, fortunately.

Since I'm up anyway, I might as well catch up on my posting. The alternative would be Diablo, and I'm already nervous enough.

This is a recap of the weekend, so it's going to be longish. And I'll put in five or six photos. They've been resampled to a smaller size, but I'll still place it all behind a cut for low-bandwidth people.
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We took him home, and the rest you may have already read; Sebastian got as sick as a dog. And in fact, it's time for me to go and take his temperature.


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