I don't know if anyone remembers, but about a month and a half ago my little Bean broke her leg, in this freak tricycle accident. Three weeks ago she got her cast off. Two weeks ago I took her splint off so that I could see if she was ready to go. After a week and a bit of watching her hobble along and trying to get back to where she was before she broke her leg, I am happy to report that, other than a small barely noticeable limp, Bean is now running around again as though nothing even happened.
I would post a picture but she's running around so freaking fast that there really is no way to take a picture. Other than when she's sleeping. Trust me I'll bombard you guys with pictures of a wonderful sleeping Bean later, but that's not part of this story.
The good news is, her leg is 100% healed. The weird news is the fact that apparently with breaks this young in life there is a chance that her one leg, the one that broke, might grow faster than the other leg. This is something I knew nothing about, and I'm in the health care field!
I can't help but wonder if this will happen, and if she'll end up walking in circles constantly because the left leg will take bigger steps than the right leg. Or! Maybe she'll end up having to wear a stilt on just one leg so that she can walk normally.
Alright, probably time to get off the computer.
P.S. The Dr. said that it can be fixed just fine if this happens, and that's why we are going back to him in a year to double check.
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Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Kids Hurt.
I have been meaning to post but I have just no idea where I am supposed to start. Sunday night was horrible. I mean not the worst night ever but it wasn't good. My baby has discovered that she has the unique ability to hurt herself. I really wish that she didn't. Everyone in her family is already clumsy, so that was bound to be what would happen, but she really didn't need to also get my ability to royally hurt myself on top of that.
Sunday my little Bean was on her trike, the kind that you just push around while they are buckled in. She loves it, even though she is only 1 and can't reach the peddles just yet. She loves to go "weee" (cause who doesn't). Some how she managed to get her foot lodged between the front wheel and the bar fork that holds the wheel on. That was bad enough. What was worse was she managed go get her whole foot to turn 180 degrees, so that even though she was sitting on the bike still, her heal was pointing straight up, and her toes were pointing to the ground. Even as an RN I couldn't look at it for very long. I've never been good with broken bones let alone my own kid's. Thank god my father is good under pressure and Papa managed to get her unstuck in quick fashion. As soon as she was free and in mama's arms she stopped crying.
So we took a trip to the ER and after a 5 hour wait (because that's what we do with a 1 year old, make them wait for 5 hours in an ER), where she was amazing even though she was in pain, and hadn't eaten, and wasn't allowed to play. She was my hero. She yelled at the Dr. when he put the cast on her leg, when it was declared that she likely had a spiral fracture in her tibia (very not surprised), and flirted with a 4 yr old boy. She had a busy night. She was just wonderful.
Now she still has a cast, even though it's just a half cast, so she can't walk. This is what's causing her issues right now. The cast took away her pain for the most part, but that doesn't mean she is able to walk. Man does she get mad. She's still in a much better mood than anyone else that breaks a bone. She's just the most brave person ever.
Bean, with her cast that has duct tape on it, to keep her from pealing it off. In theory it'll keep her from pulling it off. I bet when I get up in the morning she has it all unwrapped so she can stand up.
Sunday my little Bean was on her trike, the kind that you just push around while they are buckled in. She loves it, even though she is only 1 and can't reach the peddles just yet. She loves to go "weee" (cause who doesn't). Some how she managed to get her foot lodged between the front wheel and the bar fork that holds the wheel on. That was bad enough. What was worse was she managed go get her whole foot to turn 180 degrees, so that even though she was sitting on the bike still, her heal was pointing straight up, and her toes were pointing to the ground. Even as an RN I couldn't look at it for very long. I've never been good with broken bones let alone my own kid's. Thank god my father is good under pressure and Papa managed to get her unstuck in quick fashion. As soon as she was free and in mama's arms she stopped crying.
So we took a trip to the ER and after a 5 hour wait (because that's what we do with a 1 year old, make them wait for 5 hours in an ER), where she was amazing even though she was in pain, and hadn't eaten, and wasn't allowed to play. She was my hero. She yelled at the Dr. when he put the cast on her leg, when it was declared that she likely had a spiral fracture in her tibia (very not surprised), and flirted with a 4 yr old boy. She had a busy night. She was just wonderful.
Now she still has a cast, even though it's just a half cast, so she can't walk. This is what's causing her issues right now. The cast took away her pain for the most part, but that doesn't mean she is able to walk. Man does she get mad. She's still in a much better mood than anyone else that breaks a bone. She's just the most brave person ever.
Bean, with her cast that has duct tape on it, to keep her from pealing it off. In theory it'll keep her from pulling it off. I bet when I get up in the morning she has it all unwrapped so she can stand up.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Right To Decide...
So, I browsed through my twitter feed today (@mellyboredom if anyone is interested), and I found this interesting little article on the Huffington Post: Right To Assisted Suicide. The article is actually taken from CBC and goes on to say that Gloria Taylor, who has ALS has won the right to have help ending her life should she chose to do so. This is a wonderful ruling.
I know that there are many many people who disagree with suicide and disagree especially with assisted suicide, and I am okay with that. To them I say: then you don't do it. It's pretty simple. I realize that for whatever reason automatically linking assisted suicide to murder is the way to go, but murder is when someone doesn't have the choice. And I also realize that when people have a medical POA do they get the right to then decide when that person has "suffered enough"? Those are all good questions, and I will not deny that there are some grey areas that we still need to look at (or not since grey areas are what make life, life), but for right now, I think allowing someone the right to end their own life, and the right to have someone help her do that if she chooses to do that is good.
In cases like ALS and end stage illnesses, people who are suffering pain that we don't even let our animals go through, should be allowed to ask for help, or state ahead of time that if they wish to die or not. (Dr's also, should have the right to say no, but I really don't think that this is something that will come up too much to be honest.) As a society we hold life as the most precious thing, and it might be, I don't have all those answers, but when you are in unbearable pain 25/24 hours of the day, why should anyone have to live through that if they do not wish to? Is that really living? What pain is appropriate when it comes to helping someone end their life? Again, I don't have the answers.
I like that we're talking about it. I like that the courts agree that it needs to be looked at again. I like that we're are having serious thoughts to what "quality of life" really means.
I know that there are many many people who disagree with suicide and disagree especially with assisted suicide, and I am okay with that. To them I say: then you don't do it. It's pretty simple. I realize that for whatever reason automatically linking assisted suicide to murder is the way to go, but murder is when someone doesn't have the choice. And I also realize that when people have a medical POA do they get the right to then decide when that person has "suffered enough"? Those are all good questions, and I will not deny that there are some grey areas that we still need to look at (or not since grey areas are what make life, life), but for right now, I think allowing someone the right to end their own life, and the right to have someone help her do that if she chooses to do that is good.
In cases like ALS and end stage illnesses, people who are suffering pain that we don't even let our animals go through, should be allowed to ask for help, or state ahead of time that if they wish to die or not. (Dr's also, should have the right to say no, but I really don't think that this is something that will come up too much to be honest.) As a society we hold life as the most precious thing, and it might be, I don't have all those answers, but when you are in unbearable pain 25/24 hours of the day, why should anyone have to live through that if they do not wish to? Is that really living? What pain is appropriate when it comes to helping someone end their life? Again, I don't have the answers.
I like that we're talking about it. I like that the courts agree that it needs to be looked at again. I like that we're are having serious thoughts to what "quality of life" really means.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Suicide Intervention Training
So, if I thought that my job wasn't brain draining enough, two days worth of suicide intervention training really hit that ball home. I am exhausted. Two solid days of talking only of suicide, whether you think it's important to stop or not is enough to make me wanna sleep for the entire weekend.
For the most part the group that I was taking the training with was amazing. There was one person that the people I sat with didn't particularly care for, and it wasn't hard to see why. You know those people that always have ton interject the conversation with a story about their lives that has nothing to do with anything the group was talking about, but one word that was said might have been the same, so they thought that was an invitation to tell a long winded story about NOTHING? Yeah, she was like that. For TWO days.
I don't think I can fully explain how difficult it is to learn anything with one of these people around. You'd know if you have experienced it, but for the rest of you I really don't have anything to compare it to.
The good thing is, despite the constant redirection from the person in the room, I think the two day workshop was successful. Those that I have talked to feel as though they got quite a bit out of the two days, and I know that I definitely feel more comfortable in my job because of the training. I think that all nurses should probably have this training. We work in a job where we are more likely to come across suicidal people more often then say a welder, so it seems only normal that we should get a little extra training. Problem with this idea is the fact that even in the health care field the idea of suicide is still really frowned upon. Even this week I had someone ask me why we were even intervening. I guess the idea out there is, "if you want to die, then do it. Stop wasting my time." It's very frustrating.
There is nothing worse than working in a profession that is supposed to stand out as a profession that is compassionate and caring and hear people talk about suicide as something that isn't worth helping people about. It's sickening.
For the most part the group that I was taking the training with was amazing. There was one person that the people I sat with didn't particularly care for, and it wasn't hard to see why. You know those people that always have ton interject the conversation with a story about their lives that has nothing to do with anything the group was talking about, but one word that was said might have been the same, so they thought that was an invitation to tell a long winded story about NOTHING? Yeah, she was like that. For TWO days.
I don't think I can fully explain how difficult it is to learn anything with one of these people around. You'd know if you have experienced it, but for the rest of you I really don't have anything to compare it to.
The good thing is, despite the constant redirection from the person in the room, I think the two day workshop was successful. Those that I have talked to feel as though they got quite a bit out of the two days, and I know that I definitely feel more comfortable in my job because of the training. I think that all nurses should probably have this training. We work in a job where we are more likely to come across suicidal people more often then say a welder, so it seems only normal that we should get a little extra training. Problem with this idea is the fact that even in the health care field the idea of suicide is still really frowned upon. Even this week I had someone ask me why we were even intervening. I guess the idea out there is, "if you want to die, then do it. Stop wasting my time." It's very frustrating.
There is nothing worse than working in a profession that is supposed to stand out as a profession that is compassionate and caring and hear people talk about suicide as something that isn't worth helping people about. It's sickening.
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