May 17, 2007 by Marj Hatzell
It’s that time of year, again. The time of year when Bugaboo picks up some odd germ or infection that no one can figure out, except to say that he runs a low-grade temp, has swollen glands, is generally miserable and off-behavior and won’t take any meds to rectify the situation.
We generally will go through three rounds of antibiotics, causing him to become resistant to them. They will wreak havoc on his GI system, cause a yeast overload, give him rashes and stomach upset and then we will have to start with something else when the infection gets worse. Last year he had an awful eye infection, the hospital was threatened and a week later he managed to get a stomach virus and ended up in the ER anyways. They sent him home because they thought he’d do better there. Uh, ok. Because I can get him to take meds and such MUCH BETTER than the hospital can with an IV. I’ll admit it is difficult and I know they want to be minimally invasive, but my stance is INVADE AWAY! This kid ain’t gonna cooperate. Just stick his arms full of holes, y’all. It doesn’t get any better than this.
The past three days he has not been his usual cheery self. He generally laughs, giggles and smiles all day. I kid you not, this kid is a ray of sunshine, despite his many issues. A true blessing. But the past three days? Not so much. Let’s just say that if I was not his mother and did not adore him unconditionally I would not choose to spend any length of time with this child. He cries, complains, gets into things he hasn’t gotten into in months, hangs out in his room and trashes it and won’t let anyone near him. If you go upstairs to see what he is doing he PUSHES YOU OUT OF HIS ROOM and closes the door. Attitude! Can you believe it? He ROLLS HIS EYES at me! How developmentally appropriate!
After three days of the crankies the teacher at school finally called and said she had enough. The school nurse took his temp and it was 100 degrees. Not too high, but still, enough to take him to the doc. He is prone to infections so I made the call, picked him up at school and took him to the doc. No ear infection (AMEN!) but his glands are like golf balls. She started talking about systemic infections (sepsis) and I kinda glazed over. I have no idea what she is talking about, but I know that if we don’t see improvement by today she talked about bloodwork and an iv at the ER. Yeah, it gets that bad, that fast. I kid you not.
After the entire conversation she pulled out her prescription book. This is not something we normally do with Ian at the pediatrician. She often gives him a shot for antibiotics, since giving him meds is like bathing a cat. I am not kidding, either. The two P.A. students in her office stared at me wide-eyed while I attempted to restrain him. To get his TEMPERATURE. So you can imagine they probably won’t be going into pediatrics after this rotation.
Darling arrived home safe and sound last evening (after taking NINETY FIVE, you know, the one that goes from Maine to Florida?) and we tag-teamed Bugaboo to give him the meds. Only, it didn’t work. I have to try to find a way to get it into him myself this morning or we are back at the doc. I am not looking forward to it.
The good news is that I went to bed early last night and had very pleasant dreams. So pleasant, in fact, that I felt guilty having those dreams when I woke up this morning…you know, the kind that make you blush when you think about them and wonder where the HECK that came from? Like, Harlequin romance style? OY VEY!