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I remember like it was yesterday. I was a lad of 6 years.
Woke up in the middle of the night, could not breathe, had been coughing and croupy earlier. Woke Mom up, she turns on the light, takes one look at me, grabs a syringe from her sock drawer and gives it to me IV in a big vein at the base of my thumb. It was solumedrol, my older brother had asthma. Slept in the bathroom floor with the shower running and her observing me from her perch on the commode. She went and bought a humidifier the next day(That might help you too, the humidifier, not the solumedrol, although I bet that would not hurt.)
Nice to have a mother who is an anesthesiologist and stays calm in about the most stressful type of situation I can imagine. Wife is a critical care/ER nurse who is like that too. Good people to have around when bad things are happening
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She was the kindest person I ever met
Last edited by Tobra; 07-14-2007 at 04:03 PM..
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