@Soiltech Thanks for the rundown! I had forgotten to add the picture so I must have done it while you were replying. I think I’ll get a couple of those sprouting soon. Along with taking some clones from the San Marzano Romas I have in the garden. I made up some pasta sauce on a whim a couple days ago after a good picking spree. It came out insanely good. Now I need to make sure I can keep that going all year long!
Hand crushing tomatoes is really fun but also relaxing.
Some Snake Venom x Cotton Candy Crunch this morning. This upcoming Sunday is 9 weeks of flower and I planned to cut them then. They’re looking like maybe another week and see what they look like.
Quick rant. This hospital stay with my son has completely shattered any support I had for the American medical system. The fact that they can keep your healthy child hostage on their own terms while threatening to withhold insurance coverage or instigating child protective services when you know damn well they are good and healthy to go home, is fucked. The care is not individualized. My wife is allergic to the hospital. The cleaners they use to wipe everything down with. The soap to scrub up with to be near our baby. The bullshit Johnson soap they have been washing our baby with. The detegent they use on the clothing they have been putting on our child. All of it makes her break out in hives. Not to mention the food. She can’t eat anything from their shite college dorm style cafe. I have to run home for every meal to make her food. My son has been off of any external support system for 6 days now and has been breastfeeding like a champ. At this point he’s growing while her and I are deteriorating. I’m one of the most polite and respectful people I know, but I am having a hard time keeping my shit together here. We have spent the last two nights in our own private room taking care of our son ourselves. The nurses check in to make sure we’re doing what were supposed to. Other wise we are paying them, for us to do their job, against our will. All they are doing at this point is feeding him and changing diapers. Thats our fucking job. It can be done at home.
Bottom line is, we’re in an intensive care unit for someone that doesn’t require intensive care.
Thats all I got. Wish I could destroy a joint of something heavy right about now.
Very relatable dude and I’m really sorry to hear they won’t let you bring your son home! All those hospital protocols are written for the fraction of a percent that results in malpractice lawsuits and such. It’s infuriating to deal with. Both my kids were “large for gestational age” which triggered them measuring glucose within minutes post partum. Both were eeeever so slightly low, hence triggering MORE glucose testing because at some point in the past an infant in that weight range had low glucose and then had resulting organ damage and then I’m sure there was a massive lawsuit. There’s no nuance to it, and if you opt out of anything like this you’re judged harshly or worse, reported which is probably what would happen to you since NICU is involved.
They have strict food intake requirements that they spontaneously changed the rules on once we reached it. 48 hours straight of full feedings on his own without issue. We hit that about 1.5 hours ago. Which is when they hit us with “well we actually like them to get to 72 hours”. It’s because they do discharge at 11AM and he hit 48 hours just before noon. So now were shit out of luck until tomorrow. Unless they think of some other reason hes on the brink of death.
@HeartOfDankness I really appreciate hearing another version of this scenario. I agree they base everything they do on a worst case outcome. My son was 3 days short of being considered full term. We would have scooted right home after 2 days if he was born 3 days later. Things like that make my brain almost explode. The worst part of our stay is that my sister in law is a NICU nurse for a different hospital. Their protocol is different and he would be home by now if we had gone there.
Fuck, don’t even get me started about the 11AM discharge shit. After our experience with our first we were like, with next kid we are staying in that hospital the absolute minimum amount of time required for insurance to pay up. Well, my youngest came at 3:35AM so we had to beg borrow and steal just to get them to let us out around 10 AM the next day. They made it seem like it was this huge inconvenience, like don’t you wanna hang around the full 48 that insurance pays for? Fuck no! Let us go home and be reunited with our other kid please! If some disaster happens we’ll be sure to let you all know .
Shit, ya done got me ranting when all you probably wanted was some support. Sorry about that! I hope you get to leave tomorrow and be a family at home.
It’s one of those situations where it’s terrible that others have been through it as well, but knowing that we aren’t the only ones really helps. I appreciate you sharing.
I’d like to apologize for my impatience with the situation I was in. It was terribly difficult in the moment. Now that we’re home it’s great to just soak in the new lifestyle. Until he can start remembering words I’ll have a little TPB watching buddy.
Yay! You can tell he’s a fan of the show. I love me some TPB. In its own special way it’s really quite wholesome. Just a bunch of friends trying to make money and stay out of jail (most of the time) haha. It’s like TV comfort food for me. I recently rewatched season 7, usually I stop after 5 but I like when Randy turns into a huge pothead.