Crazy Mom, it would be awesome if you would stop freaking out about your 7 year old daughter painting in bed. She had a pretty bad day yesterday, what with having her first three seizures ever, and now she's stuck in the hospital in the middle of summer vacation. At least she thought the ambulance ride was cool. Today hasn't been a whole ton better, what with 5 or 6 groups of doctors coming in to see her, talk about her, ask her to walk around in circles and testing her reflexes. I don't know your daughter well, but I can tell that being around so many men is freaking her out. She's also bored as hell since you were more worried about getting her to the hospital because she was seizing than gathering a bunch of toys to entertain her (which was the right set of priorities, but still means she's bored right now).
So, yes, I snagged some art supplies and we're painting with watercolors in bed to distract her from the men and you leaving for a few hours and the fact she had multiple seizures yesterday. It's also pretty good at passing the time much more quickly. No, I don't think that doing this now will scar her for life and make her do it at home. Like I told her earlier, we have special rules in the hospital. She can eat peanut butter and graham crackers for breakfast and she can watch as much TV as you both can stand. She's old enough to understand that painting in bed is a hospital only thing as well. I don't care if she spills everything in her bed; we've got plenty of sheets if we need to change them and it's watercolors so they won't stain anything anyways.
No, I can't take her to the playroom, because we have her hooked up to these monitors that don't travel well, and we can't take them off until she has her battery of tests tomorrow. I'd really rather not have her sit on the chair because she had THREE seizures yesterday and I'd really prefer that if she seized, she did so in bed. How about you chill out and stop stressing out your kid, and we'll just keep painting horses because horses are AWESOME and not a whole lot else about the past few days has been too good for your daughter?
So, yes, I snagged some art supplies and we're painting with watercolors in bed to distract her from the men and you leaving for a few hours and the fact she had multiple seizures yesterday. It's also pretty good at passing the time much more quickly. No, I don't think that doing this now will scar her for life and make her do it at home. Like I told her earlier, we have special rules in the hospital. She can eat peanut butter and graham crackers for breakfast and she can watch as much TV as you both can stand. She's old enough to understand that painting in bed is a hospital only thing as well. I don't care if she spills everything in her bed; we've got plenty of sheets if we need to change them and it's watercolors so they won't stain anything anyways.
No, I can't take her to the playroom, because we have her hooked up to these monitors that don't travel well, and we can't take them off until she has her battery of tests tomorrow. I'd really rather not have her sit on the chair because she had THREE seizures yesterday and I'd really prefer that if she seized, she did so in bed. How about you chill out and stop stressing out your kid, and we'll just keep painting horses because horses are AWESOME and not a whole lot else about the past few days has been too good for your daughter?

And it's good to come here and vent.
I've been doing some anxiety-projecting on my friends lately, one of them got a little fed up, and fortunately I have a good enough awareness of loops and whatnot that I could tag what was going on and apologize without too much pride-loss, among other things.
I suppose she wasn't alone during all these men-doctors? I never really had issues with large groups (or any size groups) or single genders... but I've also been socialized by institutions like church (which had men's groups, women's groups, boys' groups, girls' groups, and so forth for various things, and I on occasion would interact with classes...) and lived on a military base (so when the family went somewhere like a party at Dad's office, there were usually more men than any other set... you get the idea).


Poor lady, knowing ones child is sick and not being able to do anything about it is so incredibly stressful. Those seizures must have been terrifying, and it's hard to say who was more scared, mother or daughter.
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