Friday, January 3, 2014
**vent warning!**
I feel frustrated, but that could be from the
lack-of-enough-sleep and worry. Rhys has been sick for three days with
an off-and-on fever. He had no other symptoms, so I treated him with Advil and he would be fine again. But last night he started to cough,
and I ended spending much of the early morning watching over him and
getting his fever down and giving inhalers. I am tired. I thought maybe
I'd need to take him into the clinic, but he was fine all day (after he
finally decided to get out of bed!) And that's great! Except now his
fever is coming back and so is his coughing.
I hate that when
he gets sick I immediately start thinking worst-case scenario, such as
ER trip and pneumonia. I hate that I now question every cough and fever.
I hate that I seem to have lost my ability to determine a simple
cold/flu apart from an asthma cough. And I hate that I stayed up most of
the night with him, worrying over his health, and I'm no closer to
figuring if he needs anything more than what I'm giving at home.
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