Thursday, December 21, 2006

How my "schedule" is working:

OK, remember all that stuff I had to do? Well, it didn't all work out the way it was supposed to. Thursday night, December 7th, Conor has a very sore throat. His voice was almost non-existent, but he said he felt fine. Friday morning, he had a fever. So, I worked from home and took him to the doctor. Of course his regular doctor was not available, so we had to see another one in the same office. Conor spent the majority of the morning in bed, watching cartoons and sleeping on and off. He didn't want much to eat, just liquids.

We went to the doctor and he irritated me (the doctor). We arrived on time, sat in the waiting room with all the other sick kids, and colored in a coloring book. Conor couldn't talk, so he whispered some stuff to me, but mostly just shook his head yes or no when I asked him a question. At one point he crawled into my lap, laid his head on my shoulder and cried because his throat hurt so bad. I really hate that helpless feeling of not being able to do anything to comfort someone in pain, especially when it is my kids.

We were finally called back to see the doctor after about 30 minutes. Once in the "second waiting room" we sat and read books. We read 5 of the books that were in the office before the doctor came in. These were kids books, but we looked at each picture, read the pages, and went through and selected the next books (through 5) before the doctor finally came in.

Sometimes people in a profession get so burnt out that they should really consider changing something, especially if they work with kids. This doctor was not the slightest bit sympathetic to my baby... yeah, I know, he sees them all day, but he chose his profession. He was not reassuring to Conor that he wasn't going to hurt him or anything, and just all around not a kid person. The most irritating part of the whole exam, though, was when he had Conor lay on the table. He was on his back, and he wanted to check his ears. Instead of telling Conor what he was doing, or asking him to turn his head, he just took Conor's head and turned it for him. And then when he was done with the first side, he turned his head the other way. I know, it doesn't sound that bad, but it was not done in a kind, gentle, way.. and it irritated me. I will not every take him back to see that particular doctor. If no other one is available, I will find an alternate or switch him to my family doctor.

Conor actually remembered going to those offices before, when he saw his regular, NICE doctor. He remembered getting stickers. So, he asked the doctor for a sticker - whispered it because he couldn't talk. And the doctor had to go and find some! They were not in his drawer like in the other rooms. What kind of kids doctor doesn't keep stickers for the small kids? Humph!

So, the diagnosis? A virus. Not treatable. Just have to wait it out. So, we went back home. Conor slept most of the day and we did not get to put up decorations as we had planned to do.

Saturday, he was still sick. So, we did not get to go to the movies with Santa as we had planned. He stayed in bed most of the day, again. I did still go to my sister's spa party, which was a nice relaxing break, but that is the only place I went. I won't go into detail about the effects of his virus.. but they weren't pretty.

I did put the tree up... I did not decorate it because I wanted Conor to be able to help with that. We set it up on Conor's train table for a couple of reasons... 1. space. I didn't know what to move to put the tree up and most of the space in our living room is taken up by something. 2. the dogs. Teddy isn't so much a worry, but Zeus still likes to chew up anything he can, so I figured the higher off the ground it was, the less ornaments I would lose this year.

He was not better by Sunday, so we decided to cancel his birthday party. Or, not so much cancel, but we called all the people invited and told them to come at their own risk. He was feeling better as far as moving around, but he was still not eating right and had to go to the bathroom a lot. I went out and bought him a cake - I had intended to make one, but with canceling it I just figured I would buy one.

So, while I was out shopping on Sunday for the cake and some other various things we needed, Nana stopped by to see Conor. Since she had to work on Sunday and was not planning to come to the party, I had not called to let her know that Conor was sick and we had cancelled. So, she stopped by before work to give Conor his gifts - a jean material book bag that she had embroidered with his name and a picture, and it was filled with books, coloring books, and crayons; also a quilt with a John Deere tractor on it that has become one of his favorites to have with him when he sleeps.

I did not make it back before she left, but Conor was so excited to show them to me when I returned. Naomi and Jerry stopped by for the party because they had not gotten my message that it was cancelled, and my mom and Jack also came. So, Conor had a small little party and ate a little bit of cake (the icing mostly). Mimi and Poppy got him a huge white tiger (which is what he wanted) and a smaller stuffed orange tiger. Add these two tigers to the one he had gotten at the library with Grand-dad, and one that I'm not sure where it came from, and we have a small family of 4 tigers that he wants me to carry around everywhere.

On Monday, Conor still wasn't back to his usual self and I didn't want to risk infecting any of the children at his baby sitter's house, so I kept him home again. Allie also was sick and had lost her voice entirely, so I made an appointment for her at the doctor that day and kept her home from school too. Conor was supposed to have his birthday party at his sitter's house on that Monday, but we postponed it until the following day. I was already scheduled to be off on Monday for some shopping, but that wasn't happening.

We all went to take Allie to the doctor, but she didn't have the same thing that Conor had - she had a bronchial infection and sinus infection. So she required 3 prescriptions. We went to fill them and went home. I was starting to not feel so great myself, so I took some of the medicine that I had bought the day before - hoping to ward it off a bit.

Tuesday, Conor was back to the sitter's for his birthday party; Allie was back at school, and I was home sick. I had gotten a touch of the sickness...

So on Wednesday, I did not go to Columbus for work - I didn't need to get further behind and I didn't want to have to drive that far when I still wasn't 100%.

I was better by Friday, but by then Jeff was getting sick. So, we did not do any shopping on the 15th and 16th.

So, all of my plans... nothing is happening the way it was supposed to. Shows you what happens when I try to actually be organized and not "wing it" as I usually do. I had even gotten a white board calendar and written all of the events on it so that everyone would know what was supposed to be going on.

We did get to go to Grandma's party on the 17th, and I have pictures, but that is another post. :) I do not yet have the picture of all of us - we have to order them from proofs that the photographer is going to be printing. I will post that one as soon as I can. :)

Pictures of the above happenings will be posted below this post... As soon as I get to them :)

3 comments:

Work Bud said...

Bummer, sorry to hear about the poor tyke being under the weather (along with Mom and everyone else).

Seems like there's never enough time in the day...except I suppose I could rub in something I am currently on that starts with a "v", ends with an "n" and has "acatio" in the middle, but I wouldn't do that to Katie!

Merry Christmas!

Alikat Corner said...

BUM!!! :P Sure, rub it in.. lol

Merry Christmas, S! :)

Barb said...

Hey! I left a comment here a long time ago....where is it??

Anyway, I hope things are MUCH better now Katie!!