I was headed out of here for a doctor's appointment yesterday and saw two cops pulled a pickup truck over. As I got closer I noticed they were just shootin' the shit. Probably catching up with 'ol Cooter about how his wife/sister is doing... My first thought was "Commit All The Crimes!!!!!" -The force is busy!!!
This town is just big enough for the 2 of 'em.
Anyway, back to the doctor... Toot is sick. Fevers, diarrhea, tons of secretions from his nose and mouth. I feel bad for him. The first fever scared me because his little legs were mottled and his feet were white with no capillary refill. So we headed to Urgent Care (which was closed) sigh. So we headed to the Emergency Department. I gave him Tylenol before we left and of course he perked right up. Was awful to see a tiny little bracelet on his chunky wrist though. They gave me a bracelet too, to go with him I guess. The doc did a physical exam and of course he was being his attractive little self and she said go home. Before she said go home though, she offered to do a blood test and to straight cath him for urine. We declined. So then the next day, high fever again. First night was 102.7, second day was 102.4, so I called our doc's office. They wanted to see us. So, off we go again to make the drive to Portland for the doctor. (We need to find a Pediatrician at Salmon Creek) - Anyway, another physical exam and they say the picture looks viral. We all know what that means, Symptom Management. Kills me to hear him all junky, but thankfully, today he has eaten better and has been smiling. Can't wait for him to be 100% again. Also, can I just say it felt SO damn good to rock him to sleep last night.
My sick little Toot.
On a lighter note, we got a land line. I feel so 80's! I was geekin' out excited to pick out a phone! We've only had three calls so far and we've had the phone for like a week. One call was from our Cable company, another was a wrong number, and the other a telemarketer. I sort of feel like a badass because I can honestly say I am strong enough to tear our phone book in half...
Thats our phone book on the left. It includes the white and yellow pages.
The time is fast approaching for us to start building our garden boxes in the front yard. I'm excited to be able to eat vegetables out of our yard! I hope Toot likes to garden as he grows bigger. I'll be posting about it, and I welcome advice and comments, as I've never done anything like this before! I'm sure it'll take some trial and error. Especially with me. I'm no gardner.
Well, back to Toot. I'm excited for this nasty virus to get the hell out of this house.
Wearing daddy's fire fighter hat.
<3
Oh! Did I mention while Toot is busy peeing and pooing like crazy our washing machine has turned into a home made time machine?
sigh.
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