I wrote this last night, to document what was going on in our home. It’s kind of long so I’ll do it in two parts, the first post, which I wrote last night and the second, which is an update on how the situation unfolded and was written this morning:
I don’t think I’ve ever written a post while hysterically crying (so please forgive any typos). But I guess those years of competitive typing paid off because I can type this now without looking at the keys.
I put Sadie to bed before I wrote the last post and rode my exercise bike. I was working on her rosary when I heard her start gasping. By the time I went upstairs she was having what looked like an asthma attack. And the second I walked into her room I knew the cause. The room was filled with pot smoke. I ran downstairs and outside as Paul came in the house, but our neighbors lights were off.
With Sadie safely in our room (one half of the apartment is fine and the other is full of smoke) she started to breath a little bit better, but was coughing and coughing and coughing. And she had what looks like a rash up the middle of her torso and was burning hot to touch.
I suspect that the “illness” that began yesterday was really a reaction to the smoke that I’m guessing filled her room while we were sleeping last night.
Within a couple of minutes of taking Sadie from her bedroom her breathing eased a bit. After she’d been downstairs she was only a little raspy.
We called 911 to report the fact that someone was filling our child’s room with pot smoke. They said that if we weren’t going to have an ambulance respond it wouldn’t be considered an emergency (really, someone is endangering a child and that’s not an emergency). The nearest deputy is over an hour away and will come by if nothing else comes up.
So I made a decision and Sadie is now at the ER with Paul getting checked out (since we live a couple of blocks from the hospital the ambulance seemed like overkill). I want there to be a record of the exposure and her reaction and since that isn’t going to come in the form of a sheriff’s report we decided to take her to see a doctor.
And now I’m sitting here crying, waiting for a sheriff’s deputy to show up (they crying is mostly because Sadie is there without me and I know how scared she is of doctors and even typing this sends me over the edge into crying again).
Nani is on her way over to watch Maggie so I can go to the ER. And Maggie has an air filter pointed at her little face.
But yeah, I’m sure it’s a great idea to legalize marijuana. Just like it was a great idea to legalize medicinal marijuana (which is likely the cause of what’s going on here since you can buy a 215 card from a man with a stand next to the Laundromat in our county).