I am frustrated and tired

So we go and pick up Keith for his appointment. The doctor is very nice and she talks to Keith calmly. Which of course helps him a lot to relax.

But then she tells the nurse to remove the dressing. Whoa, he got real pale. I told him if it freaked him out not to look, but he did. Oops. As soon as the final piece was removed, it began to bleed. Oh, that wasn't a good thing for Keith. He got a bit scared and I said no, it's okay that's why we are here. The doctor will take care of it.

I, as promised, took pictures. I have posted them at the end of this entry. The doctor said let's start by placing his finger into a tub of peroxide first. Holy Hannah!

That stuff looked like a root beer float by the time he was done. I had never seen peroxide do that. The nurse tapped it dry and the doctor examined his finger saying well, she wants to put Keith on a regimen of peroxide for 3-5 minutes each day with then a application of neosporin and a change of dressing for about 2 weeks.

Then we are to come back and see what to do then. It may heal enough to not need anything else, which would be beneficial to all.

So that's great, right? I thought so, until I got a phone call from another one of Keith's caretakers after I got home. I had explained everything to one of them already. This one was asking about the peroxide and wanted to know if we were going to buy it and bring it over.

That kind of made me upset. Isn't part of the reason my son is in this home is so if something like this happens, they have the first aid available? Also, they are getting paid to make sure he is safe and healthy. If they cannot have a simple bottle of peroxide in the home, perhaps I should find another place for him.

I know it's only about 2 dollars, but right now this week, it's 2 dollars I don't have. I am really worried now that unless I figure out how to buy a bottle, they will not do what they are supposed to. And I cannot go out to Bellflower
every day to make sure it is done properly.

It's probably because I have gotten up too early for me 2 days in a row so I am exhausted, but I am very upset about this. Hopefully, Jack and I can work something out. I hope.

Sorry this one is such a downer, but I don't feel like my cheerful spooky self today.

Edit: I am doing better now, I am at home and thankfully I spoke to my sister and all is well.I do want to warn you this slideshow may be disturbing. It is a bit gruesome if you're not ready for it.

In my morbid weird way, it looks pretty cool, just not the fact it's my baby. That is the part I am having issues with. I see that kind of stuff in a horror movie, I totally love it. But on my son, not so much. Now that I have said that, never let it be said I would stand in the way of artistic expression.

So here you go.

It's a little scary...just a bit.

Well, Keith's appt. is tomorrow at 10am. I am a tad worried but intrigued as this will be the first that I will get to see Keith's owie without the bandage on it.

Oh yeah, 'cause I'm a sicko like that, I WILL take a few pictures this time.

Hopefully, they will just let it heal on its own. I may have to have Keith see his uncle-in-law, (is that a word?) since he also specializes in that field.

I really don't want Keith to have surgery if he doesn't need it.

I worry lots about my boy, it's not easy knowing he's hurting and I cannot just zip over to help.

But we shall see how this appt. goes. I will update soon, promise.

The phone call no mother ever wants to get

So today I am relaxing at home before I have to get ready for work. I turn on my phone and it tells me I have voice mail. The first one is from a hospital saying my son Keith is there and they want to know his information.

The second message is from one of Keith's caretakers. He says Keith had an accident and he's getting x-rays. I call back the caretaker and he tells me this:

Keith was at the laundromat with his class washing his work clothes. It is part of Keith's Life Skills to wash his uniform. So he is sitting in a metal chair, not unlike one you would see at a cafe.

Apparently, Keith had his fingers hooked behind him in this chair. But when his dryer went off, his right index finger got stuck when he went to stand up and he panicked. He yanked and yes, he ripped the tip of his finger. He immediately went to the sink, but the aide that was with him said that he should go to the hospital since it looked pretty deep. He goes in an ambulance and his caretaker shows up. At this point, they are not sure how serious the injury is.

So I speak to the caretaker and I say I will be there, to not make any big decisions without me. He says okay and I get to the hospital. The nurse is wrapping up Keith's finger. There was so much gauze, it looked like a foam finger from a sports event. I told Keith that we would dye the gauze his favorite sports team color and we could go to an event, that he would be covered in team spirit. He laughed. I also joked that you know you don't have to go to so much trouble if you want to see me.

All kidding aside, I asked what was the extent of his injury. The nurse directed me to a small bottle that was on the counter. The entire tip of Keith's finger was in there! Wow. The doctor came in and said here is Keith's x-ray.

Keith had gone down to the bone and right now we have to wait to hear from the orthopedic surgeon. The x-ray showed how unlike most of Keith's fingers that have curved bones, the index is now flat.

Unfortunately, it will take a few days for an appointment. But at that point, we will have 2 options, to either do a skin graft meaning Keith will no feeling at that spot. Or amputate what bone tip is left and then pull the skin over it. That way, he'll still have some feeling in it.

I was told we could keep the piece in the jar if we wanted. I admit, for a split second there...but I didn't. I did take a picture though and of Keith with his giant bandage.

I was tempted to call off work and I was told by my boss it would be fine as I had called as soon I first heard what happened, but we took Keith out to McDonald's and spent some time together instead. I was only a hour and a half late.

He was on Vicodin and already getting kind of zombie-ish. Besides, Jack said the best thing for Keith would be for him to get back to his home routine. So we took him home and soon as we got there he turned on his TV and sat down on his bed. So that was a good choice.

I gave him hugs and kisses saying that once I heard from the doctor I would be there for the surgery. Jack kept calling Keith Nubs which made him laugh.

I hugged Keith tight and then left him to relax. It was very hard and now I am feeling everything that I couldn't express in front of him.

My poor boy..





I have to say the one other issue I am concerned with is an extreme nail fungus on Keith's thumb. He had it when he was still living with his dad and his dad did get some meds, but no follow up really happened. Unfortunately, I was not able to get this looked at since I did not have conservatorship until now. Hopefully, I can now get it taken care of. I don't know if you can tell in the x-ray just how much the nail has raised. It really bothers me.