Sick Day #3
Well, it seems my son has SCARLET FEVER. Actually the doctor put "scarlet fever" in quotes, like that, air quotes with her fingers, because it's really just strep throat with a rash, blar de blar, no one get panicky. Of course I did anyway; I was all, SCARLET FEVER! All caps! What shall we do next, doctor of physick? Do we procure for him a bloodletting? Retire him to his bedchamber for a fortnight?
I knew something was going on when he entered our bedroom this morning looking like someone had beaten him up. You can't get anything past me, nossir. His face is all angry and blotchy and he has the puffy watery eyes of an allergic basset hound. It's the saddest thing I've ever seen.
And now we have some antibiotics and we're watching some television. Once again, medicine and technology join forces to save the day!










March 12, 2008
Reader Comments (43)
Here's to both of us having a silent night.
Wait 'til the doc tells you your kid has Cat-Scratch Fever. You'll walk around for weeks with Ted Nugent jamming in your head. To this day, I can't hear that song without saying to my daughter, "Hey...remember when you had...?" How many 11-yr olds do you know who can identify CSF by the opening rif?
I hope he's less scarlet-y soon.
we declined and drove him (fast) ourselves, and it was NOTHING more than too little benadryl and extra-old hives and norwalk virus.
what's my point? i don't know, i wonder that myself... but i guess what i was getting at is WHY DO DOCTORS KEEP TELLING PEOPLE THEIR CHILDREN HAVE "SCARLET FEVER"? this is exactly why i didn't go into medicine, that and having to touch sick people.
Don't make me send the leeches. *deadpan face*