Have you ever had a child that was seriously ill? You know the kind where they lay around on the floor and won't move because they are so sick? Temperature hovering around 102*? This goes on for a couple of days and finally you decide that maybe it's not just a cold. Ya, that's my little Ty. So, then you rush him to the Doctor and on the way he suddenly perks up a bit, and by the time you enter into the doctor's office and spot the fish tank, his temperature has dropped completely back to normal? And then by the time the nurse calls you back to the room, and the Doc enters the room your child is running around the room like it's a playground? "I swear, he was deathly ill an hour ago!" Ever happen to you? Well, it happened to me THREE times this weekend! So, after a "hyper" doctor visit on Friday, a phone call to the on-call doctor on Saturday, another "hyper" Instacare visit and X-Ray on Sunday (which I was in full tears exclaiming "He's sick, I promise!"); and finally, another "energetic" visit to the doctor on Monday. Side note: In between each of these visits Ty would go home and be sicker than a dog. I finally convinced my doctor that my child was ill; with the help of a low-grade fever and some x-rays that finally declared that my child had viral pneumonia and a double ear infection. But this was not before my doctor diagnosed my little Ty with an "Amazing left-handed curve ball" because Ty was more interested in playing ball with his doctor than laying down so that Doc could check out his ears. Our great pediatrician finally handed me a Rx for some antibiotics and probably wanted to say, but didn't, "Now get out!" - as Ty cries out "Wolf, Wolf!" and I repeat after him, making me look dumb. What a weekend! Has this ever happened to any of you? You now have my sympathy. I believe you if you tell me your child is sick.
