Everybody needs toys...big boys, little boys, boy doggies and boy fishies. Dad has toys: big screen tv's, Wii, laptops, tablets, smart phones. Ollie has his dead skunk, dead moose and a variety of other unstuffed animals with squeekers. My boy koi (not sure if koi has a plural and I'm to lazy to research) have new plants and summer foods.
Adam also has more toys than god. He has a bigger flat screen, home theater system. loads of Jim Carrey, Adam Sandler, and Mighty Ducks DVD's, also all sorts of media players, two ABR machines, nebulizers, suction machines, wheelchairs, bath lifts, and on and on. Certainly more stuff than god, but she probably doesn't need all this stuff, nor would she enjoy it.
Well, we just got another cool toy on the heels of a week of respiratory distress...very distressing to mom and dad. Adam collects mucous (yeah, that word!) in his throat and when he's tired or whatever, it stays there and migrates into his upper airways which in turns makes him feel like he can't breathe and then he hyperventilates. So, his doctor says this makes sense. If you almost drowned (25 minutes under water without breathing) and if you couldn't breathe well because your airways were full of junk, you would hyperventilate also (duh, she says). The good news, she says, is that his heart won't burst from the strain, but that he probably will pass out. After passing out, his CO2 will increase and he will come to....this is all very consoling to a set of PTSD'd parents.
Not an acceptable scenario, so something needs to be fixed!!
|The guy is an idiot...but you get the point..|
"Cough it up, kid!"