Puke in the Back Seat
I had a doctor’s appointment today, but I didn’t quite make it into the building. You see, Rebecca has been ill. While I was at work on Friday, she spiked a temperature and got this strange rash on her body. She wasn’t any better on Saturday, so Shane (who was sick as well) took her to the urgent care clinic. The doctor (who apparently has x-ray vision) said they both had “walking pneumonia,” gave them $400 worth of prescriptions, and sent them on the way. He didn’t do bloodwork, no studies, no xrays (hence the vision), just looked at them and wrote a prescription. I disagreed with his practice (or lack thereof), but after all, he did go to school four years longer than I, so I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Rebecca is almost done with her antibiotics, and she’s worse today than she was before. The antibiotics did not help, she is still running fever, and she still has a rash. On the way to my doctor’s appointment (just a checkup, I have no cookie-tossing disease) she barfed. I’m talking all over the backseat thank God I wasn’t within three feet of her BARF.
My point is that now I have to go to her real doctor, instead of the doc-in-a-box. Her real doctor is a joy as well, telling me she has asthma, when she has no such thing. I don’t know what she has for certain, because I haven’t done a chest x ray or bloodwork… but I can nearly guarantee you she has 1. Simple damned allergies, and 2.) valley fever.
Neither of which are treated by antibiotics and inhalers. But we shall see. Like I said, I don’t have MD behind my name, just my mom/nurse/been around a lot of sick kids instincts.
I hope she gets better soon, because I don’t like cleaning up puke in the car, and I sure as crap don’t like seeing my baby sick. I think it hurts me more than it hurts her.
Now for the second issue, and a random question: Why, when someone gives you money, do they say not to spend it all in one place? What is that supposed to mean? Why can’t I spend it all in one place?
