I live at CVS these days.
And not for the awesome reason that I’m always picking out new makeup or hair products, but instead because between the kid and myself, ONE of us has been getting a new prescription a week. Thank GOD for prescription health coverage otherwise we’d be flat broke. As it is, with the things they DON’T cover (inhaler spacers, my peak flow meter) it’s enough to pay out of pocket. Bastards.
The kidlet has also had a bout of CRAZY ear infections that are leading us down the path to tubes. In fact, we see a specialist tomorrow because he’s had about 6 ear infections in the past 6 months. That’s a LOT of antibiotics and a LOT of trips to the doctors, which makes me sad. The good thing is though, our guy is pretty happy go lucky and has an INSANE threshold for pain, so none of these things really seem to phase him. In fact, generally the only way we would know he had an infection would be when he stopped listening to me. (Which makes me feel kind of terrible. I assumed he was just being an asshole preschooler when in FACT, he had ear infections that made it hard to hear. Parenting FAIL)
So when the last stupid ass ear infection sprung up, we popped his butt back on antibiotics, made an appointment with the specialist and sat back to wait the week until the appointment. But when he woke up Friday from his nap feeling SUPER hot and thirsty I was like, hrm… shit. He shouldn’t have a fever while on antibiotics, right? Especially day four of the Z Pack? And of COURSE the pediatrician was closing in 15 minutes and they sent us to Urgent Care. (FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL)
Long story short, he came back negative for strep, they switched us to a different antibiotic, gave him some ibuprofen for the fever and sent us home.
All was well until he woke up with THIS…
Jesus Mary and Joseph what the F*** is this.
The good news, it doesn’t bother him in the LEAST. He’s not itchy, not complaining and is still a happy, maniac of a preschooler. The bad news? It’s EVERYWHERE. Arms, legs, feet, mouth… hell, it’s even in between his toes! The fever is gone, but it would appear that my child has leprosy.
Uncle.
I give up.
*******
There is a doctor appointment scheduled. Don’t worry, I’m not that terrible of a parent.
