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Working Through The Pain
“Your two girls are the equivalent of four boys!”
A good friend said this to me a few years back. I agree because it validated my feelings at that time. Mei and Min Min were not the passive, silent version of autism. They were the angry, hyper, out of control version of autism. Their tantrums were legendary, life was filled with many berserker moments. To say they were a handful is a major understatement, they were the equivalent of four angry, hyper boys.
We’ve had our share of manic trips to the hospital emergency ward for injuries, pneumonia, severe gastrointestinal pain and viral infections. But this is the first time we needed stitches. Surprising really, after six years with two formerly autistic, hyper, self injurious girls. Even when Mei was at her most severe, inflicting pain and harm on herself and others, we’ve never had to have stitches. She banged her head against the floor so hard I feared her little skull would break. Min Min has bitten us until she drew blood. But, no stitches till now.
Recently, Min Min dropped a drinking glass. Shards of glass everywhere, cutting a deep huge gash on her foot. I nearly passed out when I saw how much blood spurted out. Amidst the chaos and screaming (some of it mine), I had the presence of mind and remembered some of the things I learnt over the years. The biomed holistic autism mum mode kicked in. Instead of antiseptic cream, I used calendula cream instead and wrapped it in sterile gauze. Then I gave her a homeopathic dose of calendula before we rushed to the hospital.
The hospital was a blur of x-rays, talks with the ER doctor and pediatric surgeon regarding stitches and anesthesia. Pulling from the recesses of my frightened, overwhelmed mind, I managed to blurt out, “No nitrous oxide!” I rattled off a quick summary of her autism, metabolic issues and GI disorders. I insisted they contact Min Min’s pediatrician who knew her medical history, ending with “I want it to be on record that I am very, very concerned about anesthesia” in my shrieky, crazed-mum voice. The doctor looked at Min Min with skepticism and said “This is a girl with autism? She doesn’t look like autism to me.” I snapped back “Yeah, I did a good job. Now, what about sedatives instead?”
Not many pediatric surgeons would have done the procedure on a four year old without general anesthesia. But Dr G agreed to use a sedative first, but warned me that he may insist on general anesthesia if she wakes up and struggle. Min Min fell asleep after getting the sedative, but true to form, nothing can keep her down for long. Thank goodness, Dr G kept it together and completed the procedure without general anesthesia.
By the end, I was ready to kiss him for working through Min Min’s screaming, but I quickly soured to him when he prescribed paracetamol to manage the pain (commonly known as Tylenol in the USA) and antibiotics to prevent infection. I took it quietly, I just wanted to bring my baby home. Too wrung out to get into the ‘it lowers glutathione levels’ and ‘why give antibiotics if there’s no infection’ debate that I knew would ensure. I’ve got my arsenal of biomedical supplements and homeopathic kit on hand, I think I’ve got it covered.
The wound is healing nicely, no sign of pain or infection and Min Min's back to her usual cheery self. I am slowly getting over the incident, though I needed a few doses of L-Theanine, Valerian Root and homeopathic Aconite that night, all natural remedies for fright, shock and anxiety. The pre-biomed me would be reaching for Valium instead.
Min Min drew this picture the next day, when I asked her who’s the girl in the picture, she pointed to herself. I then asked why there was no bandage on her foot? She happily replied "That's because she's not in pain!"