Friday, July 13, 2007

Box of Crayons

It's been a really strange couple of days.

Julie wanted me to talk to her doctor. Now... I worked in the medical field (16 years in primary care) but Julie usually does NOT want me to talk to her doctors. Yesterday she asked me to talk to them. Gave me her code and everything. She told me the doctor was there and she wanted me to call him and find out what was going on with her.

So... I called.

She's been in the hospital for about 2 weeks now, was out only for her birthday and went back in the next day. She's been having problems breathing. The doctor I talked to yesterday was her pulmonologist.

He was nice enough. Said he didn't know Julie 'very well', but he knew her 'well enough'. He said that they had run every test, most twice, and come up with nothing. He said he was concerned because of the cuts on her arms (self mutilation) and yet - his words - Julie had the psychiatrist who was there 'fooled'. He thought she had a lot of mental problems that she was hiding. He said that she had been insisting on certain medications - pain/anxiety/etc. He said that "today she was on a Codeine kick" - she wanted nothing other than Codeine to help her cough. Julie believes Codeine is primarily for cough, when in fact, it's primarily for pain and 'also used' for cough. Anyways......

He said that all the doctors were concerned that all the tests thus far were negative. Additionally, he was concerned because she claims no improvement when on "helium therapy". He said that the Helium Therapy is a mixture of oxygen and helium and that it helps ALL patients with ANY lung conditions feel better, even if it isn't actually 'doing anything', patients still 'feel better'. Not Julie.

In addition to this, her oxygen levels were fine - even though she continued to struggle to breathe.

Several of the doctors wondered if she, for some unknown reason, 'liked being sick'. They wondered if she was somehow 'faking it'. He had other tests he could do on an outpatient basis, but he was afraid with her 'non-compliance' issues, she would simply not show up. Not so far-fetched I suppose.

I too have wondered about Julie. She always goes in with phantom pains... her stomach hurts... headache... now breathing. Not the past few months.... many many YEARS. She'll go in cuz her blood sugar is high and get pain medicine. Go in because her stomach hurts and get something for anxiety. Whatever.... just an abuse of the system. If she paid for ONE emergency visit... she wouldn't be so quick to go back, let me tell ya. So... yeah, it crossed my mind.

Anyways... today she called and said the Internal Medicine doctor diagnosed her with mycoplasma pneumonia. Why the family doctor diagnosed this and not the Pulmonologist who specializes in this kind of thing... I've no idea. But... that's what they are saying now.

So... please keep her in your prayers, for any reason. If she's really sick - if she's not. She could always use prayers to lift her up.

I also forgot to tell y'all about something else that happened just before vacation. Let's see how vague I can be... for obvious reasons.... we were packing up for vacation and one of the kids who is ALWAYS over the house was here. She's a good girl, and one of the girl's best friends. Well... as we are packing up, I noticed her wrists/arms. She's been cutting herself. No family history of mental illness... but I suppose, she knew one of her best friends used it as an 'outlet' of sorts, so maybe she tried it. I dunno the reason, but I was consumed with anger and guilt, and I'm sure the 'other one' in the house who has done the same was feeling a wee bit guilty/responsible herself.

It was quite a blow. It exemplified the 'ripple effect'. Talking to Julie about it she said something about "I guess I'm kinda responsible for that, huh?" Uh... yeah... you think???? Ripple effect. Every single thing you do affects another person, and sometimes without you even knowing it.

We went to a Catholic church last weekend and the priest there said that Children were like a blank sheet of paper. That the people that come into their lives are like crayons... crayons who write on their paper. This writing will somehow or another define who they are. Good and bad. Julie used many good crayons in writing on the souls of her children.... she loves them with all of her heart - always has. But there are also lots of bad crayons that were used to write onto these kids. Chris and I color like crazy to try to cover it up... but it's still there sometimes. Yet, I'm also aware that the bad things in life also help create who we are today in a not-so-bad kind of way.

So, I leave you with this tonight:

The Crayon Box That Talked

While walking into a toy store the day before today

I overheard a crayon box with many things to say

"I don't like Red!" said Yellow and Green said "Nor do I"
"And no one here likes Orange but no one knows just why"

"We are a box of crayons that doesn't get along
Said Blue to all the others "Something here is wrong

"Well, I bought that box of crayons and took it home with me
And laid out all the colors so the crayons all could see

They watched me as I colored with Red and Blue and Green
And Black and White and Orange and every color in between

They watched as Green became the grass and Blue became the sky
The Yellow sun was shining bright on White clouds drifting by

Colors changing as they touched becoming something new
They watched me as I colored - they watched me till I was through

And when I finally finished I began to walk away
And as I did the crayon box had something more to say

"I do like Red!" said Yellow and Green said, "so do I"
And Blue you were terrific! So high up in the sky"

We are a box of crayons each one of us unique
But when we get together the picture is more complete"

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Mom.... that was the DUMBEST poem ever.

EVER!

LOL

So, I was thinking of getting a new tattoo next summer, any ideas? I was thinking either a staff of music, or maybe a barbershop pole. :-/

Anonymous said...

Amanda, I suggest a treble clef with "Treble Maker" below it.

Debi