I’ve never dragged my children anywhere but when the cab arrived, I had to physically drag R. outside. She didn’t want to move and was barely conscious. Even at 10 and having lost weight overnight, she was too heavy for me to actually hoist over my shoulder or anything as heroic looking as that. I suppose that’s what the made for tv movie would have for directions…
Maureen:
come on, sweetie, you’ve got to get up, the cab is here
(pulls child to sitting position, turns to get shoes as child flops back on couch)….
no, sweetheart don’t lie down again…here, let’s get your shoes on…
(takes deep breath, grits teeth, steely glint appear in eyes)
Oh, the hell with it,
(reaches down, puts arms under child’s arms)
come to momma!
(grunts and in one swift move pulls child up and then over left shoulder)
if the doctor wants you to wear shoes, she can damn well put them on you herself…
(grabs coat, purse and in one swift motion pulls the door open and then slams it behind her. scene shift: pov: through a car window – background sound, car engine idling, cab dispatch radio and a local country music station weave together – camera focuses on front door of house as woman emerges with child slung over shoulder. The door slams and she runs down the steps towards the cab)
I see either Jodie Foster or Sigourney Weaver playing me.
Anyway, repeat process of dragging, sweet talking and coaxing the semi-comatose child out of the cab, into the elevator and into the doctor’s office. At this point the hard edged receptionist didn’t even wait till we sat down – she grabbed the other arm and helped me guide my baby into an examining room.
There are two things Dr. Sidhu can be counted on: if you have the first appointment in the morning, she will be there at least 10 minutes after you arrive. The other thing is that once she is in the examining room with you, you have her total attention. No one ever complains about waiting an extra half hour or more past the scheduled appointment time before finally seeing her because you know when you need that extra time, she’ll be there for you.
So, in comes the good doctor, smiling and apologizing for being late. She stops in mid-sentence, takes one look at the patient, then at me and asks, “how long has she been like this?” I start with the camping trip and she stops me before I get more than a few words out…”No, I mean like this…” I’ve never heard her use that voice before, no nonsense, give me straight information right now and only the vital details type of George Clooney on ER voice.
She grabs a glucose meter, and a lancet, takes R.’s hand and pokes a finger to get a drop of blood (this is the first time I’ve seen this done anywhere outside of a blood donor clinic; now it is a four/five times a day routine sort of thing). We look at each other in surprise when the test strip fails to soak up the drop of blood. Dr. Sidhu looks closer… it can’t take a reading, she says, because the blood is too thick to be absorbed. I look closer. It’s like syrup. Suddenly the doctor is holding out a sample bottle and pulling us both down the hall to the private bathroom.
So there I squated, attempting to hold my daughter upright on the toilet with one arm and holding the sample jar between her legs, patiently cooing like when she was much younger, still in toilet training. “Can you pee a bit for me, sweetie?…come on, just a bit…thats a good girl. Do you want a drink of water? will that help? Here, let me put a warm cloth on your hand…finally she manages a dribble and fortunately I’m able to catch it in the jar. It’s amazing what constitutes a victory some days.
As I pull her clothes back on and drag her back to the examining room, the doctor takes the jar, stirs it with a stick.
You need to get her to the hospital right now. I’ll call an ambulance if you don’t have a car here.
Mark just gets to the waiting room as we are discussing this – he couldn’t concentrate at work and drove to the doctor’s office.
The doctor stressed the importance of going directly to the hospital. She will phone ahead but don’t wait. If for any reason the emerg desk hasn’t gotten the message tell them this is not a fuck around situation and get her inside. Okay, that’s the screen play version, I don’t think the good doctor would drop the f-bomb regardless of the situation. (Dr. Sidhu would be played by Archie Panjabi – the older sister in “Bend it Like Beckham” because she’s the only Indian actress I can think of who is anywhere near as tall as my doctor – she’s a big girl…like a lot of Indian women, actually)