Mac spent all day home yesterday complaining of a stomach ache that seemed to come and go. Or perhaps was never even there to begin with. He wakes fine today.
Sailor, on the other hand, does not want me to get out of bed and leave him. “I had a bad dream,” he tells me. He recounts the dream in surprising detail and I reassure him that I am here now and he is safe. I ask him to get dressed in his warm comfy clothes and he tells me he would rather stay in his warm comfy pajamas. At breakfast he complains that his mouth hurts. “Your throat?” I ask. Through cereal I see a swollen spotted tonsil that is no doubt strep throat. I call the pediatrician and say I think my little boy has strep. I am told there are no available appointments today and so the doctor will call me later. I repeat that I think he has strep and say that a phone call is not going to do him any good, he needs to see a doctor. My mind is already alternating between options: go to the ER or back to the old pediatrician who never didn’t have an available appointment to see a sick child. I only call the doc for 5% of all that goes wrong with my kids. The other 95% I take care of on my own, so when I call it's cuz I really mean it.
Wea re given an 11am appointment at which I spend $20 to be told what I already know: Sailor has strep.
Then I drop $100 on a new vacuum cleaner.
And my car is rattling. Seems like everything is falling apart today.
I expect Mac to wake up sick tomorrow morning.
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