When I brought down the water and medicine, she started saying, "I'm soooooooooo tired! I just want to sleep. I don't want any medicine!" When I told her she had to have some, she started crying. At one point, she was crying so hard, she threw up a little on her bed. Great! So, I stripped the linens and put them into the washing machine, then put on her old sheets that we use as back-ups.
She insisted that the medicine hurts her throat as she swallows it. In the past, she never minded taking the medicine, but with this illness, it all of a sudden is an issue. She knows she feels so much better after she takes it, so it's really frustrating. Anyway, after an hour of insisting she take her medicine, she finally took it! Yay. Then she went back to bed.
She went back to bed for all of 15 minutes! She started screaming for me, and when I went down there, she was crying because her nose was bleeding. As I was tending to her, I realized that this wasn't any ordinary nose bleed--it was a gusher! It reminded me of the BP oil spill videos we've all been seeing! It was awful! And she knew it was awful, so it was hard to keep her calm about it.
After about a half an hour of trying to contain the gushing, we decided to take her to an after-hours pediatric urgent care facility. They advertise that they take all PPO insurance, but when we arrived, they flat-out refused to take my husband's health insurance card. My husband's provider used to be exceptional insurance. Medical providers loved taking our card in the past, but they gotten pretty ornery to deal with. I guess they were refusing paying the urgent care provider over the last couple of months. By this point, the nose bleeding appeared to have stopped. We were told we had to pay $300 to see the doctor. We asked to just have the doctor come out and look at our daughter to see if her nose needed to be cauterized. If it did, then we'd pay the $300. The doctor refused to come out and see us unless we paid $300! He did tell the receptionist that if the nose had stopped bleeding, our daughter would probably be fine.
So, we ended up hanging out in the waiting area to see if the bleeding would start up again. We used the time to clean up the blood that was all over my daughter's face and hands. I mean, she looked like Carrie at the prom! After she sneezed, and the bleeding didn't start, we figured it was safe to go back home. I realized on the ride back, that I didn't put her sheets in the dryer, so we were out of clean sheets. UGH!
Luckily, the rest of the night was pretty uneventful. My daughter did wake up moaning at 2 in the morning. When I asked her what was wrong, she wouldn't answer me. Finally she said, "My stomach hurts every time I change it." Huh? She didn't feel exceptionally hot, so I was guessing she was still somewhat asleep. I resisted the urge to tell her not to change her stomach, but I kissed it instead. She smiled, then fell back asleep.
I hope today goes better!