Change in routine....

I relish my new occupation as Nurse Susan. Rather than spending my day in Tecumseh library connecting students with the perfect book, I am home dispensing pills, refilling water glasses, giving hugs and providing medical transport services. Poor Ian! After an initial diagnosis of the flu, the blood tests came back positive for Mono, the chest x-ray was positive for pneumonia and the swab was negative for influenza. It was back to the doctor's office for an injection of antibiotics to speed up his recovery...even though Ian moaned he was too sick to travel. He wondered aloud what ever happened to house calls and I started into a litany of what is wrong with health care in America but Ian passed out before I could finish! Ian was so weak and disoriented that the pain of the medication traveling through his bloodstream actually perked him up...even with the meds being mixed with Lidocaine. It's humorous to hear your child's pediatrician remark in a loud voice "hurts like a bitch doesn't it?", followed with "keep in mind we use the same treatment for gonorrhea." I am going to miss this office when Ian ages out of the pediatrician.

He's recovering slowly. The fever and extreme chills are gone (that was scary!) He moves from his bedroom to the guest room in regular intervals as his sheets become soaked in sweat. I am encouraging him to eat to help with the nausea. He is hungry for a juicy medium rare burger with thick cut fries on the side. I suggested he start with applesauce. Poor baby...