Well...Life is not altogether well at the Cliff house. I will spare the details, but Ryan and Dylan have started in with the same symptoms Lauryn started with earlier this week, and Lauryn is still sick as well. I have a call in to my Doctor's office and I'm waiting for a nurse to return my call to determine if I need to schedule appointments.
Does anyone else just detest the whole experience of going to the pediatrician? Here is how it inevitably goes:
I find a sitter to watch the kids who are healthy, or Jonathan takes time off work, so that I can take the sick kid to the doctor. We wait in the waiting room with kids who are sneezing and snotting all over the place, and I start to think that we will definitely leave with worse germs than we came in with. We finally get our name called, only to wait an insane amount of time in the exam room, while I listen to the nurse and Doctor right outside my door discussing their favorite TV show, a horrible restaurant experience, their great new pair of shoes, the cute thing their nephew did, or some other random topic that seems worthy of waiting until lunch to discuss. The doctor finally comes in and quickly examines the child, who by this time is wild with frustration at being cooped up in a tiny, gray, cold, and boring room for so long. Balloons made out of latex exam gloves can only entertain them for so long. After the poking and prodding is complete, nine times out of ten the Dr. sighs and announces: "Well, it looks like a virus. There's no medicine we can give them for a virus. It will just need to run it's course. Pay your ridiculously high co-pay at the desk on your way out. " Then I scream violently as we run from the building.
I'm going to do laundry. Or hide in the laundry room. Whatever.
Update: Just off the phone with the nurse. She told me a really nasty stomach virus is going around that can last upwards of seven days. They don't want me to bring the kids in for an appointment at this time, just to treat them at home with plenty of liquids. She said to call back if the illness lasts over a week and a half. Hated to have to tell her this, but if it lasts longer than about 2 more days I'm shipping the kids to Oklahoma and letting their grandparents deal with them.
DUDE! Thanks for the tip on latex glove balloons!!!! I could hardly focus after that...
Oh, and let's not forget how you aren't supposed to feed your child before bringing him to the doctor, so the poor kid is not only bored and frustrated, but STARVING and unbelievably CRANKY!