I am going on a strike. Against Orapred, or its generic equivalent.
My sweet (strong willed) daughter was diagnosed with not-strep and not-pneumonia on Monday. I was told that her "asthma" was acting up. Interesting. Lovely.
I didn't know "we" had asthma. Cool. It's an additional accessory (read: inhaler) as far as I see it.
So, we got the dreaded Orapred and Albuterol treatment. F me. (Sorry, mom - oh, but you are leaving at 4:00 am for China, so maybe I can make this post disappear. Who am I kidding...you don't read this.)
This has created a new way of communicating with Her Strong Willedness. She screams when she is very unhappy, whines when she is baseline annoyed, and uses the following vocabulary when things are okay, "daddy...." "pink banks...pink banks..." "marco?" to communicate that she wants comfort, her pink lovey crabcakes blanky, and someone to answer polo.
After three days home, this one is going back to school. They may not be SUPER pleased. That being said, I will be. Oh my gosh, and next week, we have spring break!!! Could it be any cooler? An ENTIRE week without school for both of my kids. Should create a situation for some interesting stories.
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Oh, Orapred. I feel your pain. You can read a few backposts on hondo.org where I've lamented its foul effects on my kids. The good news is it will get her lungs on track - if you can survive the moods!
I wish I didn't have so much experience with albuterol, flovent, qvar, orapred, etc. but I can at least offer support as a result of the many sleepless nights and breathing treatments we've participated in during the last five years. Hang in there.
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