Okay. So today was a badass to the ultimate power ... day.
I woke up kind of too early for my taste, but that would be fixed later on. We had to take little Isabel (my baby sister, who's six years old) to the doctor, because there've been instances for these past few weeks in which she's gasped for breath and has almost been driven to exasperation until we performed the little inhaler procedure, with the air chamber thing with farm animals on it.
We were so friggin' scared that it had something to do with my grandmum who died from asthma, and we prayed and prayed that it was not the case, for she loves her soccer and her ballet and all the running and skipping and playing she does outside. Especially in school.
The doctor checked her out. Absolutely. Nothing. Wrong.
No wheezing, no signs of asthma. The doctor literally told her that she was a perfectly healthy little girl who had absolutely nothing wrong with her.
The problem was, my mom sometimes breathes in desperately when in distress. S'a habit. And our theory is that she picked it up from me mum, and now, when she gets nervous, or angry, or sad, or distressed, she starts hyperventilating.
We got a prescription from the doctor for a medication that will help her breathe more normally, on days in which the weather is going up and down and all around and being crazy, in which she's sneezing a whole lot.
She also prescribed a plastic sack of brown paper bags from Wal-Mart - xp - for if/when it happens again, and after five breaths, if nothing works, Isabel should use the inhaler. But only as a last resort.
So everything's fine. Franny's in an awesome mood. We ate at an awesome pizza restaurant for lunch, came home, I took a two-hour nap before heading to camp, then ate some pasta with homemade marinara sauce, that's made with diced tomatoes and love. Yum. heart
And I stayed up to talk to you people. It's almost 3 in the morning; should be heading to bed. I have to watch a movie a friend lent me before the end of next week, which isn't as easy as it sounds, considering my schedule is, like, stuffed.
I'll see what I can do.
Anyway, comment to show Isabel your support and care and stuffs.
Lovin' you guys. Peace.
- Ebbers. <3
I woke up kind of too early for my taste, but that would be fixed later on. We had to take little Isabel (my baby sister, who's six years old) to the doctor, because there've been instances for these past few weeks in which she's gasped for breath and has almost been driven to exasperation until we performed the little inhaler procedure, with the air chamber thing with farm animals on it.
We were so friggin' scared that it had something to do with my grandmum who died from asthma, and we prayed and prayed that it was not the case, for she loves her soccer and her ballet and all the running and skipping and playing she does outside. Especially in school.
The doctor checked her out. Absolutely. Nothing. Wrong.
No wheezing, no signs of asthma. The doctor literally told her that she was a perfectly healthy little girl who had absolutely nothing wrong with her.
The problem was, my mom sometimes breathes in desperately when in distress. S'a habit. And our theory is that she picked it up from me mum, and now, when she gets nervous, or angry, or sad, or distressed, she starts hyperventilating.
We got a prescription from the doctor for a medication that will help her breathe more normally, on days in which the weather is going up and down and all around and being crazy, in which she's sneezing a whole lot.
She also prescribed a plastic sack of brown paper bags from Wal-Mart - xp - for if/when it happens again, and after five breaths, if nothing works, Isabel should use the inhaler. But only as a last resort.
So everything's fine. Franny's in an awesome mood. We ate at an awesome pizza restaurant for lunch, came home, I took a two-hour nap before heading to camp, then ate some pasta with homemade marinara sauce, that's made with diced tomatoes and love. Yum. heart
And I stayed up to talk to you people. It's almost 3 in the morning; should be heading to bed. I have to watch a movie a friend lent me before the end of next week, which isn't as easy as it sounds, considering my schedule is, like, stuffed.
I'll see what I can do.
Anyway, comment to show Isabel your support and care and stuffs.
Lovin' you guys. Peace.
- Ebbers. <3
