Sick at just the right time

Yes, there actually is a right time to be sick.  Little Dude has proved that to me this past few weeks.

Two Fridays ago he began complaining that his ear hurt.  Of course it was after the pediatrician had closed for the day.  Isn't that how it always is?  I suspected an ear infection, but for all I knew he bumped his ear at school and forgot until that moment.  Little Dude is known for forgetting his injuries.

The following morning, Saturday, he woke up just fine.  He didn't complain about his ear until later that night. Again, after the pediatrician had closed for the day.  By then, I knew he had an ear infection, but I hoped he could hold out until Monday morning when I could actually call the doctor and get an appointment.  Sure enough, he didn't complain once on Sunday.  Until dinner time.  The pediatrician isn't open at all on Sundays. I could have taken him to Med Express, but by this point, pharmacies were also closed for the day.

First thing Monday morning, I was on the phone with the pediatrician setting up an appointment.  Immediately after we headed to the pharmacy for his antibiotic.  Within 24 hours his ear began to feel better and the rest of the week was smooth sailing.  Until Friday night.

We were getting ready to go to Monster Jam and he asked me to spike his hair.  Thanks to a tube of Axe Spiking Glue I have, this is an easy and quick process.

As I was rubbing the glue into his hair and spiking it up I saw it.  A 1-inch line of dried blood by his hair line, with a bump on one end.  What the hell was this?!  Little Dude had no idea what had happened to his head (didn't I tell you he forgets his injuries?).  Looking back I hadn't noticed any signs of a concussion.  And being on an antibiotic, I knew we were safe from infection.  Example #1 of how he was sick at the right time.

Fast forward to yesterday.  GG woke up looking like she was punched int he face.  Her left eye was bright, bright red.  Chalking it up to still being tired after a crazy busy weekend, the husband and I told her to get dressed and ready for school.  We drove the husband to work and after I parked the car once returning to the kids' school, I took a look at GG.  Her eye?  Still flaming red.  And now it was swollen and all kinds of goopy.  Shit!  Pink eye.  We walked Little Dude into school and turned around and headed to Med Express.

Other than charging me the higher of our two copay amounts, they were extremely nice.  GG was, in fact diagnosed with pink eye.  We were handed a prescription for some drops and off to the pharmacy we went. I'm thinking this is example #2 of Little Dude being sick at the right time.  Hopefully still being on an antibiotic will protect him from catching what his sister has.

I have to give GG one drop in her eye every 2 hours for 2 days, then every 4 hours for five days.  It's a crazy prescription that I really don't want to do with a second child.  I have a feeling Little Dude will be even less cooperative when it comes to putting something into his eyes.

Until next time...


Oka said...

Not everyone gets pink eye. My husband and oldest are prone to catching it from others, but the rest of our family never comes down with it. It's like poison ivy, doesn't effect everyone.

Hope everyone is completely better quickly.

Kmama said...

Oh no. What a mess. did you ever figure out what he did to his head? Poor guy.

Pink eye is terrible, and those drops sting. I hope both are back to 100% soon!