Guess where we went today… Just guess… Back to the damn doctor. Yes, for the FOURTH time in a week. And we have to go back Wednesday and Friday. I mean, I’ll do what I have to when it comes to my kids, but that’s a lot of time spent in the sick room at the doctor’s office. You come out of there with shit that you didn’t even go in there for in the first damn place.
I can be a freakishly insane germaphobe when it comes to my kids. They bring it out in me. And, nothing brings it out more than a trip to the sick room. And, even worse the holding room/sub-waiting room… Tell me what the purpose is in having that useless area??? You get separated when you first go in, sick side or well side, but then after you’ve been there for two fucking hours, they lump you all into the same “sub-waiting room.” So, even if you are lucky enough to go into the well side, which we obviously were not, your kids get to mingle with the sickies eventually anyway.
I’ll tell you the true purpose of that room, it’s to stretch your patience even further… It’s trickery of the worst kind. You’ve already waited an hour and you’re pacing back and forth in front of the window to make sure they see you and don’t forget you, and you’re getting very antsy… They see that they have a potential situation on their hands, so they send a nurse in to call your child’s name. Whew… You are so relieved, if you weren’t worried about catching something from all the shit she’s been exposed to, you’d kiss her. She takes you in and does the temp and weight, etc… You gather your shit and child and begin to walk towards the exam rooms seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, when she calls “Yoohoo, this way… We are going to have to go in the sub-waiting room. We’re still getting a room ready.”
I’ll tell ya, it takes more time to get a room ready at the dr.’s office than it does to cook a thanksgiving turkey. And then once you do finally make it there and re-sanitize the table, the chair, the chalkboard, etc.., you have to wait another 45 minutes to even be seen. Anyway, I digress… It makes me a paranoid freak.
The Mister usually does dr. duty because I just can’t take it. You can’t tell a toddler that she can’t get up and play because that toy has germs on it. And, it’s a very, very fun, cool toy-having, fun castle themed, muraled walled germ haven. What kid isn’t going to want to go play with the super cool climb on thingy or roll around on the floor with the animals on the jungle rug? Why aren’t more parents in there running and shouting like a crazy person, hand sanitizer whipped out and ready, “DON’T TOUCH YOUR EYES! DON’T TOUCH YOUR EYES!” when their kid gets sneezed on??? And, just who are these people that put their infants on the floor to roll around and mouth toys????? Do they not care? Surely I’m not the crazy one?!?!? Surely not…
So…. Mister usually does doctor duty…. I have done it three times in the past week. That’s more than I have done it in the past two years. And, I have even done it with two kids… (I do have to say, though, that I am not quite the freak that I once was about it… You have a second child and you don’t have time to worry like you used to. Or the energy.) Luckily, I can just hold Henry and let him look at the fish. Avery won’t do that. I’ve tried.
Henry had to get a rocephin shot. And we have to administer yummy pedialyte through a syringe. He is already on his second antibiotic this week and is on meds for his wheezing. His breathing is a bit better, but his ear is very badly infected. What is it with our kids’ genetics that make their ear canals all jacked up??? He is also slightly dehydrated, which is why I took him in this morning instead of his scheduled appt. tomorrow. Good thing I did. He would have been one sick little boy by tonight. Right in time for bed…
Please, please, please let my children get well. I took Avery to school today with a runny nose and cough, but she’s been on a z-pak (liquid,) so she can’t be contagious. Right? I won’t let her roll around on the floor at the doctor’s office, but I’ll pack her up and send her to school where she’ll share sippies and kisses… I did walk her in and talk to the teacher, at least. Anyway, let’s hope for a speedy recovery, sick kids are pitiful. Plus, if they don’t get well soon, my hands really might crack apart and fall off from all the handwashing.