Thursday afternoon I took my son to the walk in clinic to be seen by a doctor. The walk in hours had been from 4pm-7pm on Thursdays. I arrived at 3:30 & was told to go & come back closer to 4:30pm (the hours had changed). I took my son to get a milkshake, trying to encourage him to drink or eat something since he had not been feeling like eating or drinking. We came back at 4:10ish, & were then pushed off to # 4 or so in line. Oh well. We were seen by a very capable & personable physician we'd not met before. Having many children, 1 with a chronic illness, myself & husband with chronic illnesses, we are there a lot & usually know the staff well. This clinic teaches physicians just out of school too, residency-training, so to be honest, sometimes it's a crap-shoot. Pardon that expression please. So, the doctor saw my son & decided he has severe allergies causing a bit of asthma. My husband & 3 yr old have had asthma all their lives so this was not surprising news, just another to add to the list. We were given a prescription for an antibiotic because of his history of fever, it would cover whatever infection, then a chewable allergy/asthma medicine & an inhaler. Orders for lab work were post-poned so that we could get to the pharmacy in time. Some 2 or 3 hours & over $100.00 in medication later, we returned home. My poor limp rag of a son took 1 dose of the medicine & had maybe 1/2 of a 7up & fell asleep. Friday morning he awoke as white as paper, ruby-red lips, throwing up buckets after his morning dose of the medicine. I phoned hoping to rectify the matter quickly by phone but no such luck. We then spent Friday morning from 8:30-11:30 at the doctor's office, seen by 1 physician primarily with another 2 consulting. Blood work was drawn in a difficult fashion because of his dehydration level but he was like a super hero, very good about getting it all done. He then had a chest x-ray as well. More consulting & debating about the next step & the mother in me came out. I spoke up to these learned professionals & reminded them - it's Friday, if he is worse over the weekend what is available so that we don't have to go to the ER? So, bless their little PhD hearts, they listened, agreed & ordered IV fluids but gave us a brief reprieve first. So, a bit of a lunch break then off to the hospital at 1:30. We were once again free a tad after 3:00pm. I have to say we received excellent care from everyone - sadly not always the case, but this time, this time was a very good experience, especially under the circumstances. So, my anemic little guy's test results showed that those multi-vitamins with iron actually work & he is currently not anemic. His labs had been ordered stat & we were called back promptly, yet another God reigning down smiley-faces moment. All was normal-praise God, except a bit of a higher white cell count confirming some sort of infection & tests confirming his dehydration affecting his body. Did I mention that this is my 6 yr old who on Thursday was back down to 40 lbs & on Friday only just barely 39 lbs? I am the mom trying to push chocolate milk, ice cream, all the fattening stuff - to no avail, or in some small victories, minimal acceptance. Weird huh? All of our good care, though time consuming, was then followed by a follow up call from the doctor we saw Thursday with her concerned questions. I was floored with grateful amazement at the thoroughness, this was not our primary physician, it was someone we saw on-call once! She updated my son's file electronically & on paper to reflect his allergic reaction to the antibiotic. She furthermore, sent an e-mail to our primary care physician updating her of the latest & not so greatest news. In addition to all of this, she then told me where she would be on call for Saturday & Sunday & how to reach her if necessary. Have we died & gone to heaven? I was beginning to think so. The fluids, discontinuing the antibiotic & keeping up with the other medicine paid off. Saturday morning (today) my little guy actually came to me with a bit of his old spark, he even asked for something to eat & drink which he hadn't done in like a week! He is now once again playing with his brothers rather than just laying under covers half asleep. What a blessing. The birds outside are singing, sharing their joy in our moment. Thank you God!
My little Senegal parrot, Sunny has become quite jealous & protective of me unfortunately. He is so very loving to me. I can no longer let him out when I type here at the computer though. Yesterday when I attempted to do so, Sunny walked down my arm & stood on the edge of the computer. No worries, he sort of checked out the keys & screen but no worries. That is until he took particular interest in a specific key & removed it from the keyboard. I retrieved the parts from his beak so he was safe. It wasn't a key I use ever so it did not effect my ability to do various tasks, just means more repair work for dear old husband. However, as I sit here this morning, I am wondering if maybe, just maybe Sunny was trying to tell me something? The key he removed says, "pause break" . I am inclined, in my exhausted body, unfashionably clad in nightie & robe, longing for bed, solitude & an ocean view, to believe he is right! Is this now divine intervention through one of God's feathered creatures? I'd certainly like to think so!!!
Until next time Dear Readers, take care, when unable to do so for yourself, I wish you good care from trained medical staff, be well in soul, spirit & body. Most of all....yes, you know, Be Blessed!
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