Sunday, February 1, 2009
Doctor, doctor, I feel sick!
We've been dealing with a wicked round of I-don't-know-what-the-heck-you-have with the Iggster. Something like a cold that won't die. Day ten of wicked coughing jags -sometimes until you gag, 100-101 temp that just won't let go, meals consist of "I'll have a glass of something to drink, maybe" - and then only drinking half...we're kind of at "do we take him in to the doctor?" A look on the bright side says that we have health insurance (a big deal these days!), so a co-pay to find out if he's nearing the deathbed isn't too terribly destructive. But I just can't get past the running-to-the-doctor-for-every-little-thing mentality that so many people have and I don't want to be a part of. Then again, I know that since we have taken up residence in the Basement By The Creek (code: renting a portion of parents house) the kids have not made any treks to the doctor. And 17 months without a doctor call is pretty slick, I guess. I just fear that diagnosis of "um...well its probably viral. Thanks for the $25." Boo. Hiss. Grrr.
What amuses me is that all of this comes on the heels of our human body unit. Its lovely to know that in between coughs, Iggy can tell me the Clone Troopers (white blood cells) are working hard to defend his body against the Evil Sith/Dark Side. In any event, I guess if you have to be sick, a great time to do it is just after you learned about why it happens! Perfect example of learning through real life.
Alas, tomorrow we have a doctor's appt. (Grr.) I'll try to look chipper and soccer mommish when the nice doctor asks Iggy how school is going ("Um, I'm homeschooled. It rocks!") and if he's current on vaccinations ("My mom says if someone else wants to get shots, that's cool, but its just not for us.") After all, if Iggy does all the talking during the appointment, it will be far more entertaining. For everyone.
Posted by Amy Dingmann at 10:23 PM