Cuda
01-13-2007, 03:02 PM
As some of you may know, Debbie has a handicapped son who lives in a cottage in St Pete run by an orginization called PARC (Pinellas Association for Retarded Children). She drives a total of 600 miles every other weekend to bring him here to stay with us. They really don't know what's wrong with him, but they classified him as autistic, I think that makes it easier to get funding for the cottage. They have really been a godsend for Kyle, and us. He has a medical file as thick as a phone book, but nobody can really say what's wrong with him. When he was two weeks old, he had a seisure, and quit breathing long enough that he turned blue while Debbie was giving him CPR. He had several other more minor seisures for the next two years. The doctors claim that his brain scans show no sign of brain damage due to the seisures, but I have alway maintained that it is certainly brain damage. You can generally look at a child, and tell when they are born with mental disabilites, and Kyle looks like a normal good looking kid.
Anyway, she left at 6 am this morning to go pick him up in St Pete, and bring him back here. On her way there, the cottage called her and told her to go straight to All Children's Hospital in St Pete, because Kyle had a grand mal seisure this morning. They say it lasted over two and a half minutes, which is a very long time according to them. She called me at 7 am and told me about it. I had to go to work today, and she called me at 10 am to say she was at the hospital, that they were running catscans, and other test to find out what caused it. They still don't know. I got home from work at 3 pm, and still hadn't heard back from her, so I called her and got her voicemail and told her to call me. About a half hour later she called, and said they still didn't know anything, and were running tests. They are at least keeping Kyle overnight. She said he's been asleep since she's been there, except woke up once and set up. She said his pupils were the size of pinholes.
My parents live in St Pete, so I called my mom to tell her Debbie may stay with them tonight, she's still not sure. She may stay in Kyle's room tonight if they let her. Debbie was sounding like she was holding up well, and I was doing fine talking to her, but when I called my mom, to tell her what was going on, I was alright at first, then I broke down in tears talking to her. I really don't know why it shook me up so much talking to my mom. I got so choked up, I could hardly talk to her, so now she's worried about me. First mom asked me if she should go down and sit with Debbie, and I said Debbie was holding up well, but when I busted out, mom wanted to drive over here because she's worried about me. I think what bothered me so much talking to my mom was, I could imagine what she would feel, if it was me in the hospital. I want to call mom back, and tell her I'm really fine, but when I start to pick the phone up to call her, I feel the tears coming back, and I don't want my mom to worry. I think it even upset my three dogs, because they had never seen me sobbing.
I don't want to call Debbie, because the reception in the hospital is terrible, and they are just putting Kyle in a room, so she had to go up and tell the new nurse watching Kyle as much of his background as she can.
I really don't have any close friends over that live over here, and I consider my boating people my family.
I'm praying the little guy is alright. Debbie's devotion to him is one of her best traits. There are some kids at that cottage, who after their parents get them in there NEVER come back to see them again.
Thanks for listening.
Joe
Anyway, she left at 6 am this morning to go pick him up in St Pete, and bring him back here. On her way there, the cottage called her and told her to go straight to All Children's Hospital in St Pete, because Kyle had a grand mal seisure this morning. They say it lasted over two and a half minutes, which is a very long time according to them. She called me at 7 am and told me about it. I had to go to work today, and she called me at 10 am to say she was at the hospital, that they were running catscans, and other test to find out what caused it. They still don't know. I got home from work at 3 pm, and still hadn't heard back from her, so I called her and got her voicemail and told her to call me. About a half hour later she called, and said they still didn't know anything, and were running tests. They are at least keeping Kyle overnight. She said he's been asleep since she's been there, except woke up once and set up. She said his pupils were the size of pinholes.
My parents live in St Pete, so I called my mom to tell her Debbie may stay with them tonight, she's still not sure. She may stay in Kyle's room tonight if they let her. Debbie was sounding like she was holding up well, and I was doing fine talking to her, but when I called my mom, to tell her what was going on, I was alright at first, then I broke down in tears talking to her. I really don't know why it shook me up so much talking to my mom. I got so choked up, I could hardly talk to her, so now she's worried about me. First mom asked me if she should go down and sit with Debbie, and I said Debbie was holding up well, but when I busted out, mom wanted to drive over here because she's worried about me. I think what bothered me so much talking to my mom was, I could imagine what she would feel, if it was me in the hospital. I want to call mom back, and tell her I'm really fine, but when I start to pick the phone up to call her, I feel the tears coming back, and I don't want my mom to worry. I think it even upset my three dogs, because they had never seen me sobbing.
I don't want to call Debbie, because the reception in the hospital is terrible, and they are just putting Kyle in a room, so she had to go up and tell the new nurse watching Kyle as much of his background as she can.
I really don't have any close friends over that live over here, and I consider my boating people my family.
I'm praying the little guy is alright. Debbie's devotion to him is one of her best traits. There are some kids at that cottage, who after their parents get them in there NEVER come back to see them again.
Thanks for listening.
Joe