Faith woke up in a really fussy mood and refused to eat breakfast. Sometimes getting outside can change her mood (plus the cookies in the stroller don't hurt), so I took her for a 3 mile run. She was quiet during the run, but started having tantrums as soon as we got back. I went to go pick her up off the floor mid-tantrum and realized she felt hot...really hot. I took her temperature and it was 102 degrees, so I ended up taking her straight the doctor in my running clothes because they had an opening right then.
After 2 hours at the doctor's office full of sitting in a waiting room, getting examined, and having blood taken we found out that Faith seems to have a viral infection in addition to her strep/scarlet fever. Her strep is already gone (they retested) and prior to our trip, her rash looked a lot better. She really, really hates the doctor and she screamed so much about getting examined that she burst little blood vessels in her face where her rash was, so now she looks like she has blood freckles.
|She doesn't half ass her resistance efforts|
Since her blood work indicated that this is a viral infection, there isn't much I can do for her other than Motrin and Tylenol. Plus, she's already on antibiotics from the strep. Luckily her fever responded well to Motrin and it's been 99.5-ish since I started giving it to her.
You'd think her rash and her feverish pallor would make other parents keep their kids away from her in the waiting room, but surprisingly I had to referee quite a bit. Faith was just sitting next to me coloring in her Care Bear coloring book and one little girl ran up and said "Can I color too?" and reached for a crayon. I had a totally reasonable reaction.
|Seriously kid, get some survival instinct|
Due to the time of the year, the waiting room was full of healthy kids getting sports and school physicals and then just me and the Plague Child. I'm pretty sure that if she is contagious, at least 3 other kids are going to be sick now. At least I tried to sit on the sick kid side and keep her away from others?
By the time we got home and I fed Faith some lunch, I was exhausted and really didn't feel like running (napping sounded so much better). The only thing that stopped me was that I was already in sweaty workout gear. You don't read that tip in magazines for finding workout motivation: Put on stinky clothes! No choice but to just hurry up and sweat so you can finally change and stop grossing yourself out!
I have to take Faith back to the doctor on Thursday for a follow up appointment and I'm crossing my fingers that she'll be totally healthy by that point. I feel bad that she hasn't been able to do anything fun in days (other than her 20 minutes of outside playtime yesterday). Everyday she asks "Pool?" and I have to say no and I feel bad. I tried to play up bath time "Just like the pool, but warm!" but she knows I'm a liar.
One of her medicines (the one for the rash) is spearmint flavored and she hates it so much. Since she can make my life really hard by refusing to take a medicine, I've resorted to bribery. Now she thinks taking her medicine is the best thing ever.
|Mommy is such a sucker|
That kid would eat escargot if she got a lollipop for doing it.
As a cherry on my the sundae of my day, my husband had to work late and we had a tornado pass through our county, so that meant the dog was even more clingy than a sick toddler. The Thunder Shirt works really well in normal storms, but this was too much for it to handle. She just has such great natural instincts about storms. Apparently the only safe spot is ON me.
Faith must really not be feeling well because she asked to go to bed 30 minutes before her normal time, so that was nice. Hopefully I won't hear from her until the morning! I might copy her and go to bed early today. I'm not one of those people who feels compelled to stay up late watching the Olympics (and subsequently complain how the Olympics are "SO EXHAUSTING to keep up with!"). I have great confidence that if anything noteworthy happens, I'll hear about it on the news and then I can find the clip online. Maybe I just don't hold the Olympic watching experience as sacred as other people.
Since this was a depressing post full of complaining, my gift to you is a link to the Mars Curiosity Rover's twitter. Start from the bottom and enjoy.
What do you think is the lamest Olympic sport to watch? I'd say indoor cycling after last night. I kept saying "Is this it? Have they started? Does the slowest guy win? I don't get this at all."