cat named pig

After twenty-one months of disaster and humiliation every time I take both kids to the doctor’s office, we’ve finally just accomplished what I thought was impossible: appearing relatively normal for the entire duration of an appointment. A Christmas miracle. 

We were there on time, the waiting room was empty, Elliot’s finger-prick did not bleed all over the toy bin, and best of all, he did not create a smelly disgusting diaper the whole time we were there. In other words, almost everything on my wish list: granted. The one thing that wasn’t so great was the fact that he is still sick.

We came home with a new antibiotic (with easier dosing instructions) and another month’s worth of nebulizer meds. (Not the end of the world, but the excitement of the nebulizer has definitely worn off for Elliot. Instead of sitting calmly, or playing with the various parts, he now mostly just wants to turn the machine on and off compulsively. Which makes it kind of hard for any of the medicine to actually enter his body. Another month and I might be ready to strangle myself with the tubing; we’ll see.)

Oh, and the antibiotic Elliot got today? The same one I just got, the one with a 10% chance of making us break out in hives because Elliot shares my penicillin allergy. This could make for an interesting weekend. . . . Why risk it? Because when you’ve been sick for over a month, you’ll try anything just to break the monotony. Another six weeks of coughing and runny noses? Enh, let’s try some hives instead, just to mix things up a little, symptom-wise.