So many big people all fussing over one tiny little guy. |
Just days after his arrival at Perplexing Times, staff writer Dominic Benjamin buckled under the pressures of our fast-paced environment and thus required medical attention.
Mr. Benjamin suffered loss of apetite, dehydration caused by lack of apetite, jaundice caused by dehydration, and weight loss caused by all of the above. He was rushed to the nearest hospital.
At the city hospital it was determined he'd lost too much weight and that his vitals were dangerously low, so he was transferred by ambulance to the Children's Hospital & Regional Medical Center. How cool is that? He got to ride in an ambulance! I haven't even done that and I'm like 140 times older than him.
Once at Children's he was relieved to learn that the doctors are not in fact children, but rather adults.
He was assessed and placed into intensive care. The doctors felt the matter was very serious in part because the beep-beep machine they hooked him up to kept alarming something about falling oxygen levels and dangerous something-or-other.
Dominic didn't seem very much to enjoy the countless blood draws, the packing-style tape on his face, the IV's nor any of the diodes, sensors and meters they had to attach to him. What he reported disliking most was the catheter, though only second to the spinal tap. Both of which are allegedly fairly uncomfortable. His monitored vital signs concured that it was indeed unpleasant for him.
Wow, is it some kind of fake tan lotion making him so orange? And when did his little legs get so skinny? |
The list of tests ordered on Mr. Babyman (I just said Mr. Benjamin, didn't I? I think I did) was pretty exhaustive.
As of writing this it looks like he has to hang out in Intensive Care until they figure out what's causing the erratic breathing, low heart rate and poor oxygen-blood mix. It's no fun for me either, I was just getting used to him being around the office.
He's got all this new and exciting experience about him and all he does is sleep. Hopefully he'll wake up more soon and he can feel better.
Just to think, he's met like a dozen doctors, twenty-plus nurses, had dozens of medical tests and toured three hospitals all in the course of just a couple days. He must be the luckiest kid alive.*
Dad's been telling Mom he's just fine and that the doctors don't know what they're doing, but Mom doesn't believe him. Apparently Dad just says things to make her feel more comfortable. It's wierd though, she hasn't looked this uncomfortable since before she popped Dominic out in the first place.
So until he can put some of that weight back on and address all those other blah-dee-blah "health concerns" I guess I'll once again be running the paper by myself.
Mom and Dad seem pretty upset about this story so I guess I'll keep an eye on the subject, let you guys know any developments as they happen too. If you have any well wishes you'd like to send feel free to do so using the contact link up above, I'll make sure he gets your message.
And if you're reading this from your bed little Dominic, get well soon buddy, we all love you and miss you very much.
When the dust and hollars finally settled Dominic was allowed to sleep. This is him in his heated bed. I can understand the catheter, four sensors pads and the two IV's (which I think would equal VIII) but how can he sleep with the oxygen hose tickling his inner nosey-nose? (Or the postal tape on his cheeks, now that I think about it... or the 7 or so bandaids? Man, this kids been a pin-cushion!
* To address the comment, yes he is among the luckiest kids alive because he has parents who love him very much and access to premier medical care where they can quickly respond to his needs.
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