Oops, skipped a few days. Sunday, Monday and Tuesday we were not the happiest and healthiest bunch of bananas. Aiden has been producing a ton of snot and well, that is apparently contagious. All three of us have sinus problems.
Aiden was well enough to go to school this morning, but during my Zumba routine, he decided to throw up at school. I went to pick him up and he was feeling good enough to start dancing in the middle of his classroom and commenced singing. So, we decided to keep him there. While there, his special education teacher informs that his general kindergarten class is taking a field trip to the same pumpkin patch they are taking him to a week earlier and I already filled out the permission slip for special education. Can we skip that one?
I had to go to um, slumming - would be too nice of a word for the neighbourhood - pick up an equipment order that Aiden's PT ordered over a year and a half ago. The things we do for our kids.... honestly. The neighbourhood is located in what is known as a "grey zone" meaning that it is IMPOSSIBLE to get pizza delivery due to crimes in the area. The type of area you want to take you friends Mr Smith and Mr Wesson and their 15 friends. I swear someone in the SSI/DCP office has sniffed too much White-Out.
On the way back into town, I decided to stop at the nail salon as my 20th?! high school reunion is this weekend and I **had** plans to get little red zebra print painted on the nails. Had being the operative word since Aiden's school receptionist called immediately after the overlay had been sanded off. Aiden apparently puked on the lunch table. Fine... I go get the child, called Dr. Pediatrician, scheduled a "sick child appointment" for later in the afternoon and went to get my nails finished. While the over lay was being applied, the child decided he also needed a case of diarrhea. I still don't have zebra print on my nails.
Bring the child home, change the butt covering and voila! the child is cured. WTH?! He feels great enough to eat, drink and run around the house. However, he is still going to the doctor. Get to the doctor's office, weight and measure and all that fun stuff. Nurse Practitioner Student comes in and Aiden automatically raises his shirt for her to listen to his heart/chest. Yeah, he's that experienced. He will however not allow her access to his mouth.
Dr Pediatrician comes in and we repeat the process. It takes 3 people to confine the child's limbs to allow Dr Pediatrician to view inside the child's mouth. It's red. Of freaking course. Strep swab comes back positive. Prescription for antibiotics faxed over to our pharmacy. Okay, great, gotta go there anyhow to pick up blood pressure medication for Aiden.
Get to pharmacy and fax is arriving same time we are. Blood pressure medication has not been compounded yet, do we feel like waiting? Sure, really don't like making that many trips into the pharmacy in one day anyhow. While waiting, Aiden decides to empty the sucker container of every-stinking-one of the suckers located in the container. I think they had an entire case of DumDums in there. Aiden then walks around looking at all the Halloween decorations. He was fascinated with the papier-mache pumpkin that was so nicely sitting on a stand.
Come home and time for meds. Why can't all of Aiden's medications taste like Amoxycillin? My life would be so much easier if he inhaled the crap straight out of the syringe before the plunger hit the bottom.
Aiden was well enough to go to school this morning, but during my Zumba routine, he decided to throw up at school. I went to pick him up and he was feeling good enough to start dancing in the middle of his classroom and commenced singing. So, we decided to keep him there. While there, his special education teacher informs that his general kindergarten class is taking a field trip to the same pumpkin patch they are taking him to a week earlier and I already filled out the permission slip for special education. Can we skip that one?
I had to go to
um, slumming - would be too nice of a word for the neighbourhood- pick up an equipment order that Aiden's PT ordered over a year and a half ago. The things we do for our kids.... honestly. The neighbourhood is located in what is known as a "grey zone" meaning that it is IMPOSSIBLE to get pizza delivery due to crimes in the area. The type of area you want to take you friends Mr Smith and Mr Wesson and their 15 friends. I swear someone in the SSI/DCP office has sniffed too much White-Out.On the way back into town, I decided to stop at the nail salon as my
20th?!high school reunion is this weekend and I **had** plans to get little red zebra print painted on the nails. Had being the operative word since Aiden's school receptionist called immediately after the overlay had been sanded off. Aiden apparently puked on the lunch table. Fine... I go get the child, called Dr. Pediatrician, scheduled a "sick child appointment" for later in the afternoon and went to get my nails finished. While the over lay was being applied, the child decided he also needed a case of diarrhea. I still don't have zebra print on my nails.Bring the child home, change the butt covering and voila! the child is cured. WTH?! He feels great enough to eat, drink and run around the house. However, he is still going to the doctor. Get to the doctor's office, weight and measure and all that fun stuff. Nurse Practitioner Student comes in and Aiden automatically raises his shirt for her to listen to his heart/chest. Yeah, he's that experienced. He will however not allow her access to his mouth.
Dr Pediatrician comes in and we repeat the process. It takes 3 people to confine the child's limbs to allow Dr Pediatrician to view inside the child's mouth. It's red. Of freaking course. Strep swab comes back positive. Prescription for antibiotics faxed over to our pharmacy. Okay, great, gotta go there anyhow to pick up blood pressure medication for Aiden.
Get to pharmacy and fax is arriving same time we are. Blood pressure medication has not been compounded yet, do we feel like waiting? Sure, really don't like making that many trips into the pharmacy in one day anyhow. While waiting, Aiden decides to empty the sucker container of every-stinking-one of the suckers located in the container. I think they had an entire case of DumDums in there. Aiden then walks around looking at all the Halloween decorations. He was fascinated with the papier-mache pumpkin that was so nicely sitting on a stand.
Come home and time for meds. Why can't all of Aiden's medications taste like Amoxycillin? My life would be so much easier if he inhaled the crap straight out of the syringe before the plunger hit the bottom.