Pediatricians seem to understand things like double appointments. That's a good aspect of today. Two kids. Two coughs. Two red noses. A combined fever of 205 degrees. One trip to the doc's office.
Even the best doc, which we believe we have, needs some work on delivering devastating news of the snot variety, though.
"It's a virus. Prepare for 10-14 days of it. Keep them hydrated and comfortable." No prescriptions. No sleeping drugs. No valium. No narcotics. Nothing. She says that since she's not my doc she can't give me a thing!
That's like telling Moses and the gang, "It's a desert. Prepare for 40 years. And no manna for you, Mom."
The little snot blossoms were pretty cheerful about it all because we all know what that diagnosis means, even to a pseudo hippie mom like me: TV.
But since I have been off the TV vibe for so long, I get easily annoyed and yell at the screen alot. Maybe we can make a spelling game out of it for my son.
P-R-E-D-I-C-T-A-B-L-E P-L-O-T L-I-N-E
As I put on my whining filter, I can also add - I continue to be virus free. B-I-G W-H-O-O-P.