ok things come in 3's [debreif]

i've had my three.

One - DJ has a fit ends up in ER discharged the next day
Two- DJ has another fit. ends up with a breathing tube drugged above and beyond the eyeballs ICU then tranfured to peads (at a bigger better hospital) for 4 days.
THREE- get discharged from said bigger hosptial only to come down with CROUP so off to ER at smaller hospital due to stridor (noise when breathing) we get sent into be watched. Dr red (No fucking idea what he name was but he had a red shirt on) comes in. yep, croup. ok 'roids it is. give him some. i walk out to move the car at this point. i walk back in to see him with a mask on. i litterly say "what the fuck happend?" my bad. being up 18hours will remove what little abiltiy my brain has to engage befor i speak gone. nope dif. type of 'roids. brathing is better. i see DJ's file rock up and in an attempt to crack a joke (yep. still do it) i say "thats my boys file, and inch thick and growing" Dr red said "almost as thick as him" hmm...lucky it was 18hrs awake not the 22 at the end. Dr red starts talking about tranfur to the bigger hospitals ICU due to croup, triggering a fight between DH and I about as he "cant take any more" yep. i got angry and told him i'd go and he could give Vic forumular even though it would brake my heart after all *i* went though to breast feed vic. then it becomes bigger hospital in the city. due to croup. DJ at this point is looking alot better then the pead Drs from ER come and check DJ out. seem happy enough granted what has happend in the 5 days before. we can go. WRONG WRONG Mc FUCKING WRONG. Dr red has been over ridden. oh see that? its a polictal struggle i smell? yep it was. the nurse says to one "yep they can go its a big fat yes" another goes "its a big fat no" the first goes "they're not even on the screen any more" the second nurse says "well they should be Dr red has said they're staying" off to an obs room for us. noice NOT DH lays down with DJ in the bed. DJ goes to sleep DJ nodds off too. i'm wide awake. at round 3am i go get me an up and go and a milo bar. chololate fixes everything. at around 5.30 am the nurse whoes been watching DJ talks to Dr red. he then puts the bed on a 90º angle. why? to wake DJ and make him cough. well the mumma bitch in me comes out. i pick DJ up and lay him in my arms he sleeps again. the Dr comes in and i smile at him. sorry but FUCK YOU sun shine. you're not getting your way. i'm not your average mumma i'm a bitch when i need to be. he walks out. i say to DH and the lovely (older) couple next to us i'm feeling prickly. no bones about it 21 hours awake makes me a tad cranky. another Dr comes in lets call him Dr blue as he was in a blue shirt. he comes in and talks to us about DJ and the last 4 days. he asks a question that was the spark that my fumeing anger needed "are you happy with this?"
his mistake my run way.
i reply?
"honstly? i'm fucking pissed off. my son and hubby have been in hospital for 4 days. neather of them have gotten much sleep. my son has had two fits in 3 weeks, we have just started on meds to stop them my son has croup yes we know that. but isn't the best healer sleep? how the fuck is my boy ment to fucking sleep in a hospital where he is exposed to MORE FUCKING GERMS? sorry but no. i'm not happy i'm pissed off"

the look on his face? priceless. he went and talked to Dr red. Dr red comes in and talks to us. and tells us we can go. heres a 30ml bottle of 'roids ...we only need 2ml out of it stupid twat.

we get home just after 7.30am. 23.5 hours of awake time. and i'm screwed. DH sleeps boys sleep i'm wide awake. i crash around 9am. then i'm up at 12. feed the boys, they sleep again. by 2pm i go down the shops i'm far too awake. what fixs that? booze i buy a bottle of balies that knocks me out. so a glass of that i and i got another 2 hours sleep.

so thats the three bad things. bring on the good...right?