It has been awhile since Dax has been really sick. I mean, really sick. Sick enough to cause us to pick up the phone and ring the on-call doctor. Sick enough to induce that "what happened to gravity" feeling in my gut when I see the number on the thermometer. Sick enough to warrent taking him directly to the doctor today.
And guess what? He's sick.
So........yeah. He's, um, just sick. Just your average, garden variety, sick. Nothing to fret over. He's just at the very beginning of sick, however, and we aren't really sure what joy awaits us.
The doctor did mention that he might be coming down with croup. But let me just say that we did not get to see our usual doctor. We saw Dr. Gloom. That's not his real name but that's what I call him and I do not need to explain why. I mean...the man told me my child MIGHT be coming down with croup. That's without even hearing him cough. I'm no doctor and I'm not about to say that he's NOT coming down with croup but at least Dax's usual doctor wouldn't send us away with those last words. At least not delivered in such an ominous tone.
He then advised that I have Dax get more rest (after I explained that the kid hasn't been able to sleep the past two nights) and to drink more fluids (after I said I'm having trouble getting him to drink anything because it appears that swallowing hurts). Thank you, Dr. Gloom. May you stub your toe on one of those giant cadillac double strollers crammed into your overbooked waiting room.
So I brought my sick kid back home, failed at getting him to drink much more than a thimblefull of water, watched him chew on his sippy cup, felt miserable when he coughed and cried, and then thanked the good LORD when he finally fell into a fitful sleep on the couch.
And here we are. I'm exhausted as well and would like nothing more than to take a nap but I also have a ton of work to do and I really should log into my work computer and do just that. I also can't decide if I should attempt to move the germ infested child to his bed. So of course, I'm doing neither one of those things, opting instead to write an entry in his journal instead.
*sigh*
Posted by michelle at January 12, 2007 02:04 PM