For some reason, I thought it was too early to start our annual Season of Sickness.
I was wrong.
Two days ago, Joseph started coughing. A horrible, painful cough. My little man lay on the couch, lethargic and glassy eyed with fever. Yesterday, I took him to his pediatrician.
After checking him out, the NP said that it appeared he has allergy induced asthma and gave him a breathing treatment to help, not only his cough, but his wheezing.
A breathing treatment that made Joseph jump around like he'd just consumed 14 espressos.
I asked her what exactly was in this treatment. Instead of speaking to me as if I was a - oh, I don't know - non-MD, she rattled off a list of ingredients that made my head spin. She then gave me a list of prescriptions that Joseph needs to help the infection that's causing his fever, the cough that's making him vomit and the asthma that's leaving him breathless.
And then she gave me a prescription for a mask, a prescription for allergy medications and a piece of paper telling me how to administer it all.
12 hours ago