As posted, the lads have been sick for a week or so. Last night, Lil G coughed so much that we decided to head for the emergency room in the morning. Bright and early on a snowy Sunday morning, my youngest and I left D and Noah at home and walked around the block to our neighbourhood hospital.
Wow. Nothing as depressing as the waiting room of a children’s hospital, lemme tell you. Compounded somehow by the horrible cheery colours and random large window stickers (the racoon from Pocahontas next to I think part of Felix the Rabbit etc.). Nothing for the kids to play with, it is, after all a hospital with germs. Lots of germs! I’d brought some stuff for Lil G, so we were set, but other parents, whose children were, you know, really really sick, hadn’t thought ahead (can’t blame ’em), so children were not only tired (it was 730 ayem), and sick (see above describing location), but bored. Ack!
After an hour waiting around, they checked the oxygen levels in Lil G’s blood (sufficient, not great),told me he has a bad case of bronchitis, and gave me an inhaler to be used every four hours, this included the warning that we needed to set our alarms to make sure this continued through the night (great, now we have to WAKE HIM UP at night, blergh). The patient was fabulous and in between coughing spells, he flirted, so the doctor assured me it couldn’t be that bad. But we’ll spend a fortune on doctors this week anyhoo.