Last night after returning home from classes, I was exhausted. We have a new subject that requires maximum attention and energy. I had a small procedure on Monday and I was still a little sore and tired. It had been a long day. My Petal was still sick and I had that awful feeling. I phoned during class time which is something I never do to check on her. I was told that she was going well and that helped me to settle a bit. I thought a lovely treat of natural corn chips and avocado dip would help her feel a little happier, we haven't seen her smile much for a while and I can say that I have sincerely missed her beautiful smile.
My children were happily watching Alice in Wonderland on dvd when I came home. So everything was happy and calm, eating chips and dip. I noticed that my girls eye was not looking good and I worried about that. I had hoped for a big improvement and it didn't seem to be there. Something was not quite right was nagging away at me.
After dinner. we were sitting together and I saw what was wrong. Her face on one side was not working. That beautiful smile was only 1/2. I was horrified and so scared. I called to my other half to get the phone and I said I don't know, hospital, ambulance, something immediately. My poor Petal was looking very scared and I had to just talk to someone medical. I called Nurse on Call. They talked to me and I was already working out what to do, take her to hospital immediately. They confirmed this and we left.
We dashed off together. All the family with a quick message to very dear friend.
When there, we had to take a number, there were so many people and the last think I wanted to do was sit and wait patiently. My head was going through all different neurological problems. We were seen very quickly and as soon as they saw her face, the doctor was called and we were pushed in front of all the other people waiting. This did not help my overwhelming panic.
I did not test her hand strength, or do anything that I knew to do, I was too frightened that this was a stroke or something permanent. My Hurricane was a lovely calming influence for my girl who was reading my face and seeing how upset I was. He explained that we were going to have a lovely adventure and he was very happy that we were going to hospital to fix things. He has a lot of faith in doctors and I like his believe.
We were watching the doctor test her reflexes, her face and talking about all the things. Her medicine, her medical conditions, her ear infection. I wanted to ask him a thousand questions instead I supplied all the answers to his. How could things go so very wrong so very quickly. Why didn't I go home when I felt something wrong! Why was this happening to my beautiful Petal she has been through so very much.
We found out too that her Pop was in the other cubicle being treated for his problems. This distracted my Hurricane and he was happy to be with Pop whilst the doctor was checking his sister. Pop was happy to have the company too.
After a few agonising minutes the doctor turned to me and said that he thought it was Bells Palsy. I knew what it was but didn't know all the details. A quick explanation and I realised that this might not be something that self corrects. Another doctor came in and confirmed this. He re-checked all her symptoms, re-checked all her reflexes, face and eyes. Next a phone call to the Royal Children's Hospital, a leading specialist was confirming everything and supplying some answers and treatment. No steroids, they are reluctant to give them to children and I was happy about this. We have to continue with the antibiotics.
So now we are watching and waiting and monitoring her symptoms. She is exhausted, emotional and over it all. My Petal wants nothing more than to be cuddled and have this all disappear.
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