Ummm.. The folks at Walgreens probably have my name on a watch list or two. I'm surprised they haven't called me this evening and asked, "What? NO prescription today?"
It started with my BR a month ago. (A month already??). Antibiotic, painkillers and suppositories. TMI. moving on... Refills for Jordan. Refills for Owen. A refill for me. Then we all get sick. Steroids for Owen, eye drops and antibiotics for me. My bathroom counter has become a revolving door of prescription bottles, plastic measuring cups and syringes and so forth. There is no end in sight as near as I can tell.
'Schoolbus Medicine' is what Colin calls the bottle of Children's Cough & Cold Sudafed. He wants it all the time. And why not? It's grape and it tastes delicious! So good in fact that Colin knows where it is kept, and will climb to get it, and will OPEN it. He laughs at the futile attempt of drug makers to design childproof caps - as he opens up the bottle and pours another round...
Owen has been a real trooper of late. He has spent a good amount of this week sitting in boring exam rooms getting breathing treatments and having his pulse ox checked constantly. We narrowly averted pneumonia, and he has to take an oral steroid to bolster his lungs. Nothing like an already overly emotional and sensitive five year old running around in 'roid rage.
We are all sick, sick, sick of being sick. I only have one nice thing to say - it has helped take my mind of the discomfort of the BR, but the fever and chills don't make that fun either. Caring for my incisions has become more of an afterthought. Oh yeah, add scar serum and arnica gel to the list of things that now populate the pharmacy bathroom.
Here is a cool picture I found. This is the kind of thing that you smack yourself on the forehead and say, "Why didn't I think of that!?!?!"
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