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Okay, the Impossible Son has caught whatever it is the Impertinent Daughter has, which Dr. Flake says isn't strep. Dr. Flake is our pediatrician's back-up doctor, and we are seeing her because if y'all don't remember, our pediatrician closed her practice back in November. I'm not a real big fan of Dr. Flake, because once, during our regular doc's vacation, Miss Priss got very, very sick, typical strep and all, and Dr. Flake said, "Oh, no, it's not strep, just the common cold." I put up with that for two days, then called our regular doc, who was back by that time, took Miss Priss in, got swabbed, and gloree halleeluyer, it's STREP!! WHAT A SURPRISE!!!
*rolls eyes*
Of course, there's more to it than that. For one thing, I found out Dr. Flake doesn't like giving antibiotics for strep. She feels a kid should develop a natural immunity to it.
Yeah. Right.
My daughter has had strep enough that if she were going to develop a natural immunity to it, she would have done it by now. However, when my kid has a fever of 104, sorry, but it's time for antibiotics! And she's not eating, because her throat hurts. So, I asked the doc to prescribe Tussinol, which has hydrocodone in it, and is the only thing we have found will numb the pain long enough for her to eat. No, I'm not wild about giving my eleven year old hydrocodone, but it's a very small amount, we've tried everything else, thanks, this works, let's run with it, 'k?
Dr. Flake tried to make me feel like (1)the worst mom ever, for letting her child take a possibly addictive substance and (2) a druggie who actually wanted the medication for herself, not her child, whom she was using as a shill for her own habit.
No, I didn't take that very well.
We compromised. She gave us samples. And I've made appointments with my own doctor here in town for my kids, until we can find another pediatrician. Because I am not taking my kids back to Dr. Granola-brain. I almost asked her if she'd had a few too many special brownies before coming in to see us.
Anyhow, now Mr. Manzie has the creeping crud, too, and because he is also Mr. Kissy-Face, especially when he's not feeling good, it seems I am coming down with it, too. Yay.
Hopefully, the Husbandly One will be able to avoid the lethal germs and not join in. Right now, all I wanna do is curl up in bed and sleep for the next hundred years. Or more.
Maybe I'll get the kids and we can all pile into bed and feel crummy together. Anybody want to volunteer to get up and get water for us? Or tea? Seven-Up? Ginger ale?
Oh... right... that's my job.
*sigh*
*rolls eyes*
Of course, there's more to it than that. For one thing, I found out Dr. Flake doesn't like giving antibiotics for strep. She feels a kid should develop a natural immunity to it.
Yeah. Right.
My daughter has had strep enough that if she were going to develop a natural immunity to it, she would have done it by now. However, when my kid has a fever of 104, sorry, but it's time for antibiotics! And she's not eating, because her throat hurts. So, I asked the doc to prescribe Tussinol, which has hydrocodone in it, and is the only thing we have found will numb the pain long enough for her to eat. No, I'm not wild about giving my eleven year old hydrocodone, but it's a very small amount, we've tried everything else, thanks, this works, let's run with it, 'k?
Dr. Flake tried to make me feel like (1)the worst mom ever, for letting her child take a possibly addictive substance and (2) a druggie who actually wanted the medication for herself, not her child, whom she was using as a shill for her own habit.
No, I didn't take that very well.
We compromised. She gave us samples. And I've made appointments with my own doctor here in town for my kids, until we can find another pediatrician. Because I am not taking my kids back to Dr. Granola-brain. I almost asked her if she'd had a few too many special brownies before coming in to see us.
Anyhow, now Mr. Manzie has the creeping crud, too, and because he is also Mr. Kissy-Face, especially when he's not feeling good, it seems I am coming down with it, too. Yay.
Hopefully, the Husbandly One will be able to avoid the lethal germs and not join in. Right now, all I wanna do is curl up in bed and sleep for the next hundred years. Or more.
Maybe I'll get the kids and we can all pile into bed and feel crummy together. Anybody want to volunteer to get up and get water for us? Or tea? Seven-Up? Ginger ale?
Oh... right... that's my job.
*sigh*
