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Still sick, grief setting in
May. 29th, 2008 08:37 amDelia's temperature was 101 this morning. She vomited up her night dose of penicillin and Tylenol last night; we waited an hour to give her stomach time to settle and then gave her the penicillin again, which she managed to keep down the second time. We didn't give her Tylenol again, since we didn't want to push our luck.
She essentially hasn't eaten since Monday night. All she's managed is a mouthful of yogurt here, a mouthful of ginger ale there.
This morning the very real grief is setting in--it's increasingly clear that she can't possibly take the black belt test tomorrow night. I just want to cry for her. It's just not fair. IT'S NOT FAIR! She worked so hard, she passed the screening the first time, and now she'll have to watch all her friends promoted over her and go onto the black belt class without her, when she should have been promoted too. And frankly, I'm crying for myself, too. I had desperately wanted to have the girls in the same karate class to simplify the chauffeuring. Now I have to keep the three different karate class schedule over the entire. Fricking. Summer. She can't test again until September. She had a sleepover party with her friends planned to celebrate getting her black belt, for not this weekend but the next one. I told her she shouldn't cancel it because she damn well deserves a party for everything she's been through. I'm crying now as I write this. I feel so terribly for her.
I have a call into our clinic since![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
porphyrin says this is not normal for strep and there's the possibility that we need to have more blood/urine work done. And this is not happy news for Delia, who desperately doesn't want anything more done to her that involves needles. More doctor's bills.
She essentially hasn't eaten since Monday night. All she's managed is a mouthful of yogurt here, a mouthful of ginger ale there.
This morning the very real grief is setting in--it's increasingly clear that she can't possibly take the black belt test tomorrow night. I just want to cry for her. It's just not fair. IT'S NOT FAIR! She worked so hard, she passed the screening the first time, and now she'll have to watch all her friends promoted over her and go onto the black belt class without her, when she should have been promoted too. And frankly, I'm crying for myself, too. I had desperately wanted to have the girls in the same karate class to simplify the chauffeuring. Now I have to keep the three different karate class schedule over the entire. Fricking. Summer. She can't test again until September. She had a sleepover party with her friends planned to celebrate getting her black belt, for not this weekend but the next one. I told her she shouldn't cancel it because she damn well deserves a party for everything she's been through. I'm crying now as I write this. I feel so terribly for her.
I have a call into our clinic since
porphyrin says this is not normal for strep and there's the possibility that we need to have more blood/urine work done. And this is not happy news for Delia, who desperately doesn't want anything more done to her that involves needles. More doctor's bills.