A Note From The Patient
In somewhere around 24 hours, I have gone from being Head Nurse to being the Patient.
In an unfortunate move on my part, I seem to have contracted whatever illness befell Jack last week. And I feel positively dreadful. Terrible head cold, cough, aches, fever, chills, and absolutely no appetite. In fact, I have been ordered - by Dr. Phillip, quite the looker with a sweet bedside manor - to stay in bed for the remainder of the day. Seeing as how I am not particularly good at following orders (and Dr. Phillip is not here at the moment) I decided to be sneaky and make contact with the outside world.
In all seriousness, I decided to take Jack to the doctor yesterday, as he was not getting any better and his fever continued to return, each time the Tylenol had worn off. We had a 3:30 appointment, and by the time I got him there, I knew that I, too, was coming down with something. Dr. Keith was concerned by Jack's fever coupled with a very red throat, so they tested him for strep. The culture came back negative, although they are letting it grow over the weekend just to be sure. Dr. Keith, always kind and intuitive, noticed that I wasn't feeling up to par either. So, he offered to check out my throat - which was also red. I didn't need him to tell me that I had a fever because I could tell that myself. He strongly encouraged me to come home and go straight to bed. As all you Mommy's know - that's a hard thing to do with a little one running around!
I must say that I am married to a jewel of a man. He helped me so much last night so that I could go to bed early, and even ran an errand to the drugstore for some Happy Juice (which you may know by the brand name of NyQuil). While out, he picked me up the new Dean Koontz book and ordered me to stay in bed and sleep or read until I was feeling better - and he wasn't kidding. I slept until 11:00 a.m and have hardly had my feet on the floor except for the occasional trip to the Room of Rest. He and Jack (who seems miraculously cured just by making the trip to the Doctor) have played, have napped, have tripped to the Home Depot (being manly, as Phillip explained to Jack earlier).
So, how have I outwitted the Good Doctor to make contact? You see, in yet another attempt to ensure the complete restoration of my health, my lovely husband/doctor secured a spot at Grandma and Grandpa's Bed & Breakfast for Jack tonight so that I don't have anything to do but rest. They are in transit at the moment, and I have escaped.
Which might not have been my brightest move so far, seeing as how I am feeling a little spacey - as is obvious by these ramblings.
So, it's back to bed with me. Where it appears I will remain, until at least tomorrow afternoon. I'll hopefully have more interesting things to share with you then, as well as some new pictures of the Most Adorable Little Boy Ever.
Love to all of you,
The Patient
In an unfortunate move on my part, I seem to have contracted whatever illness befell Jack last week. And I feel positively dreadful. Terrible head cold, cough, aches, fever, chills, and absolutely no appetite. In fact, I have been ordered - by Dr. Phillip, quite the looker with a sweet bedside manor - to stay in bed for the remainder of the day. Seeing as how I am not particularly good at following orders (and Dr. Phillip is not here at the moment) I decided to be sneaky and make contact with the outside world.
In all seriousness, I decided to take Jack to the doctor yesterday, as he was not getting any better and his fever continued to return, each time the Tylenol had worn off. We had a 3:30 appointment, and by the time I got him there, I knew that I, too, was coming down with something. Dr. Keith was concerned by Jack's fever coupled with a very red throat, so they tested him for strep. The culture came back negative, although they are letting it grow over the weekend just to be sure. Dr. Keith, always kind and intuitive, noticed that I wasn't feeling up to par either. So, he offered to check out my throat - which was also red. I didn't need him to tell me that I had a fever because I could tell that myself. He strongly encouraged me to come home and go straight to bed. As all you Mommy's know - that's a hard thing to do with a little one running around!
I must say that I am married to a jewel of a man. He helped me so much last night so that I could go to bed early, and even ran an errand to the drugstore for some Happy Juice (which you may know by the brand name of NyQuil). While out, he picked me up the new Dean Koontz book and ordered me to stay in bed and sleep or read until I was feeling better - and he wasn't kidding. I slept until 11:00 a.m and have hardly had my feet on the floor except for the occasional trip to the Room of Rest. He and Jack (who seems miraculously cured just by making the trip to the Doctor) have played, have napped, have tripped to the Home Depot (being manly, as Phillip explained to Jack earlier).
So, how have I outwitted the Good Doctor to make contact? You see, in yet another attempt to ensure the complete restoration of my health, my lovely husband/doctor secured a spot at Grandma and Grandpa's Bed & Breakfast for Jack tonight so that I don't have anything to do but rest. They are in transit at the moment, and I have escaped.
Which might not have been my brightest move so far, seeing as how I am feeling a little spacey - as is obvious by these ramblings.
So, it's back to bed with me. Where it appears I will remain, until at least tomorrow afternoon. I'll hopefully have more interesting things to share with you then, as well as some new pictures of the Most Adorable Little Boy Ever.
Love to all of you,
The Patient
Posted By Mary Alice at 4:33 PM
1 Comments:
I can't decide who is luckier...you (and Phillip) to have Grandma and Grandpa Campbell, so close by to help?
or Grandma and Grandpa Campbell, being close enough to help (and enjoy all that wonderful time with Jack), rather than being miles and miles away?
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