Lessons learned today:
Mother is always right. Nik is sick —even if no one can figure out what the hell he has.
103.4 degrees Fahrenheit pressed against my body in the form of hot, writhing toddler makes me sweat.
Apparently, the temperature at which my child merely slows down but does not stop is 103.4.
Time stands still when you are taking your sick child to the doctor an hour from home.
The moon is still setting in the morning sky at ten o’clock. It is beautiful and peaceful —and soothing —when you are driving to the doctor an hour away from home in the reverse chronosphere. (Ok, I made that word up, so sue me. But it fits!)
Nik takes after his Mom, not his Dad; Tylenol does diddly for his fever. Advil, however, rocks. After an hour and change on Tylenol, his fever was only down to 102.8. An hour later, back up to 103.1 and climbing.
After an hour on Advil? 100.7
“Rapid” strep tests can still be run even if they are dropped on the floor. Apparently, strep is such a unique bacteria that it will still show in the test.
Nik does not have strep. Nor does he have another ear infection.
He does have another prescription for antibiotics —“just in case.”
Grandparents are angels in disguise. Especially when they run errands to the pharmacy.
Multiple times in the same day.
Pharmacists make mistakes.
Smart parents know how to read and understand the dosage instructions on the prescriptions before they get filled.
Some parents are just lucky, not smart, and read the prescription on the drive home. Other times they are clueless.
Grandparents are angels unmasked. See above reference to pharmacy.
A peaceful child napping comfortably is balm to a tired mother’s aching heart.
The sun shines after rain and life goes on.