Bleak Friday

Sylvie spent the morning lying listlessly in my arms in Dr. Rosen's office where he was a little surprise at just how wiped out Sylvie appeared. Pair that with her cough and he thought she might just have pneumonia but the bigger issue at this point I think was really dehydration. He called Annette at the Reuten Clinic where they both agreed Sylvie should come in for fluids.

After a quick trip to Town & Country to pick up Azithromycin for the pneumonia, Sylvie and I headed over to the Reuten Clinic where our car was literally inspected for hiding children since the hospital has a no-kids-under-18 policy except those with appointments.

Terri was already setting up a room for Sylvie. It was hard getting a blood pressure on her, her heart rate was racing (tachyrdic) and essentially she was too wiped out to stand, walk or talk. I tried to get her to pee and she fell asleep leaning against me while propped up on the toilet. Major dehydration.

They gave Sylvie fluids for the rest of the afternoon while she slept on and off. Some of her fan club members stopped by to say hi but she was too sleepy to either greet them back or kick them out. You never know what you get with Sylvie!

Our marching orders, now that we are home, is for fluids. And lots of them. And not just water. Juice. Soup. Anything.

I have a giant container of matzoh soup from my mom, more chicken noodle soup from my neighbor and Michael just brought home from work an assortment of beverages.

Bleak Friday, I need a nap.