When I came to pick Tehilla up from school yesterday, her teacher said to me, "Something is not right with her. Her color looks off to me and she is low energy. I couldn't find her pulse ox to check her, but something isn't right."
I looked at Tehilla, who was pale and had swelling in her forehead (something that happens to her when her oxygen dips, her eye was pink and she looked unwell. She looked down at the floor and whispered, "I took it (the pulse ox) out of my bag. It's at home."
Of course all the batteries of all 3 of our pulse oximeters were dead, but once we found replacements, we checked and her oxygen was at 80. Her baseline is 85-90. It's not critical but it's not good. Her heart rate was 101, which is perfect. She had no fever, so I made her an appointment with the on-call doctor. We lucked out and got our favorite, aside for our regular doctor.
We walked into the doctor's office and she was calmer than she usually is. She didn't want to talk to her. I explained why we were there. The doctor took out her pulse ox and said, "Let's take a look how your oxygen is now. Can you give me your finger? Do you have one of these at home?"
Tehilla offered her finger, smiled and said, "My pulse ox is pink. Yours is black."
The doctor laughed and said, "You are so lucky that you have a pink one. I need to find a pink one."
She checked Tehilla thoroughly and found nothing except a double eye infection. Her oxygen was at 84. Drops were prescribed and we were told just to keep a look out. This has happened quite a few times- a dip in her oxygen as a response to an infection and/or pain.
She's doing better today, but a bit off still. We will keep her home today and see how she does.