Pee-new-mon-yah
The dotter was better yesterday. The fever, at its highest in the morning, was around 101.5. She was bouncy and chipper and happy, and I was gladly imaginging returning to the office today.
Then 4 p.m. hit.
And her temp spiked up to 106F again.
And we spent yet another night dosing her up with ibuprofen (the tylenol substitute is worthless. Worthless.).
And there was this gargly cough.
So we trekked off to the pediatrician again today, and sure enough, she has pneumonia. The doc toyed with the idea of tossing her in the hospital, but decided she was “too happy” to be hospitalized. (I knew what he meant, but he should have seen her an hour previously, before the ibuprofen started kicking in.)
So we have zithromax–carefully flavored with orange creamsicle, not orange oil. Unfortunately, it doesn’t matter, dotter thinks it’s gross.
I have an irrational fear of pneumonia. My maternal grandfather died of it relatively early, and every time my mom comes down with it, I panic internally. The dotter had pneumonia and was thrown in the hospital when she was home only a month, and we were all miserable.
No heading down to the Valley of Death for the FCC Chinese New Year this weekend, after all. But we will be going next weekend for the official Chinese Cultural Center celebration…
Just a quick thank-you to everyone for the good thoughts on the illness, and the great commentary on my various posts. I’d do my usual portmanteau comment response, but…right now, my mind is kind of blank and I’m feeling worn down. Just…thanks. Y’all are a good bunch.
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