Oink
So I had a sore throat on Sunday. It got worse that night, and so as I laid awake in the wee hours of Monday morning, I decided that I couldn't go to work and that I needed to go to the doctor.
Side note - I hate going to the doctor. In the handful of times I've gone over the last several years, I have waited well over an hour before being seen, and have only been seen by "my" doctor once. I'm thankful the place is there, but frankly, I despise it.
But I was compelled to go. The doctor I saw asked me all the swine flu questions - I had a sore throat, slight fever, slight cough, and that was it. She said, just from looking at me, she would definitely not suggest flu. More likely strep. And wrote me a prescription for amoxicillin.
As she was walking out of the room at the end of the appointment, she said it would just make her feel better to do the swine flu test. They stuck a q-tip up my nose and I waited 10 minutes. The nurse stuck her head back in the room. "It's positive. H1N1. Doctor will be back in a minute."
And so I am left alone with my thoughts. What?? What?? Oh Lord, what about Trey? I've been trying to keep my distance because of the throat, but I've still been hugging on him some. And he has asthma, it will be worse for him! Oh no, what do I do?
The doctor came back in and I bombarded her with questions on how to protect Trey and Brandon. She wrote us 3 prescriptions for Tamiflu. Mine to treat, theirs to prevent.
On the way to pick up the medicine, I called Trey's doctor. He told me that I should definitely not give Trey the Tamiflu, as it has been unreliable and extremely unpleasant for children. We were just to watch him and bring him in if he started to develop any symptoms. Glad I called.
So here I sit, a Biblical leper, a loner, an outcast. I haven't seen my son since earrrly Monday morning, and it's about to kill me. It's for his own good, I know, but this is more than twice the longest I've ever spent away from him.
I honestly don't feel that bad. Sore throat is almost gone, fever is gone, still a little weak, but otherwise OK. Just can't be around anyone.
Swine flu. Mild case. More annoying than anything. And praise the Lord for that. We are praying hard that Trey and Brandon (and everyone else I may have breathed on) will continue to be protected. It's been a surreal few days.
Side note - I hate going to the doctor. In the handful of times I've gone over the last several years, I have waited well over an hour before being seen, and have only been seen by "my" doctor once. I'm thankful the place is there, but frankly, I despise it.
But I was compelled to go. The doctor I saw asked me all the swine flu questions - I had a sore throat, slight fever, slight cough, and that was it. She said, just from looking at me, she would definitely not suggest flu. More likely strep. And wrote me a prescription for amoxicillin.
As she was walking out of the room at the end of the appointment, she said it would just make her feel better to do the swine flu test. They stuck a q-tip up my nose and I waited 10 minutes. The nurse stuck her head back in the room. "It's positive. H1N1. Doctor will be back in a minute."
And so I am left alone with my thoughts. What?? What?? Oh Lord, what about Trey? I've been trying to keep my distance because of the throat, but I've still been hugging on him some. And he has asthma, it will be worse for him! Oh no, what do I do?
The doctor came back in and I bombarded her with questions on how to protect Trey and Brandon. She wrote us 3 prescriptions for Tamiflu. Mine to treat, theirs to prevent.
On the way to pick up the medicine, I called Trey's doctor. He told me that I should definitely not give Trey the Tamiflu, as it has been unreliable and extremely unpleasant for children. We were just to watch him and bring him in if he started to develop any symptoms. Glad I called.
So here I sit, a Biblical leper, a loner, an outcast. I haven't seen my son since earrrly Monday morning, and it's about to kill me. It's for his own good, I know, but this is more than twice the longest I've ever spent away from him.
I honestly don't feel that bad. Sore throat is almost gone, fever is gone, still a little weak, but otherwise OK. Just can't be around anyone.
Swine flu. Mild case. More annoying than anything. And praise the Lord for that. We are praying hard that Trey and Brandon (and everyone else I may have breathed on) will continue to be protected. It's been a surreal few days.
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