About Me
- Peggy
- I am a below knee amputee. More importantly, I am also Mommy to two boys, a very active 10 year old (Robby) and an mischievous toddler (Timmy). I have learned that being a parent with a disability can create some unusual and sometimes humorous situations. This blogger is available for hire! Let's talk and learn how a blog can expand your business.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Flu
I woke up yesterday morning fully anticipating a return to normalcy.
Seeing Robby stagger out of his bedroom and plop onto the couch, I knew
that he was going to be staying home from school. My little Koopa was
sick, only this time he complained of his head hurting instead of his
ears.
I called the pediatrician and scheduled an
appointment for later that morning. Robby sat quietly on the couch,
filling the time with an endless stream of Spongebob while we waited to
go tot he doctor. He didn't have a fever, so I was perplexed about what
was dragging down my little guy. I was glad that he was squeezed into
the schedule so quickly because I didn't want whatever was brewing to
get out of hand.
The doctor's exam yielded few
answers. He didn't have a fever, his ears were clear, and his glands
were not swollen. Although he wasn't terribly congested he did have the
sniffles, so a diagnosis of a cold virus was bestowed. He was also
deemed dehydrated, which was the probable source for his headache. We
left the office with orders to drink, take Tylenol for the pain and to
rest. I have to admit that I felt like a maternal failure when he was
diagnosed with dehydration!
Robby assumed his position
on the couch while I prepared a large glass of ice water for him to
sip. As Scooby Doo played in the background, I watched my little guy
completely disintegrate throughout the afternoon. He quickly went from
complaining of a headache to experiencing full body aches and fatigue.
He said that he felt "like an old man without a cane trying to cross the
street." By mid-afternoon he had begun to spike a fever, prompting
another call to the pediatrician.
Flu. I really did
not want to hear that diagnosis! I know that he will be better in a few
days, but the constant news stories touting the nightmares of the virus
have terrified me. I spent the night by his bed, waking up at his
slightest movement. Today will again be spent on the couch. Hopefully
the steady stream of Tylenol, Ibuprofen and Tamiflu will provide
comfort. I feel so helpless when he is sick.
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