The Man started running a fever.
Thrashing and coughing and sooo uncomfortable.
He didn't sleep well.
(Let's just assume I wrote MOM didn't sleep well.)
His throat hurts.
His head hurts.
His body hurts.
He is HOT!
My first thought is strep.
School is back in session and that is what happens.
Doesn't seem to matter we HOME School.
We still get what the public school kids get.
Haven't figured that one out.
The docs haven't either.
So we take the first appointment, cause I am tired.
AND he is dramatic and we need relief.
He has some contagion I have never heard of before.
Antibiotics are prescribed.
We get the said antibiotics.
He digs his toes into his blankets and sets his lips.
I have had that kind of medicine.
I don't like it.
BUT IT WILL MAKE YOU BETTER.
(I don't add, if you are better, I am happy---
cause you aren't so whining and grumpy. )
PLLLLLLEAAAAASE take the medicine.
NO!
I will let you wash it down with some of this...
Nope.
We call Daddy out of desperation.
He will stop here
and get you whatever you want.
"I don't care what you get"
He must be sick.
Still not getting anywhere.
Siblings are suggesting candy, slushes, pop, treats.
Everyone wants him better.
NO ONE wants his contagion.
NOPE.
Then I offer to buy everyone lunch from
It works. He will try.
But he has held out so long, that he gets to chug some...
and he gets not one treat but two from
A slush and apple pie.
I take Fun Girl to work and stop for lunch at
And I sit on the couch and read these little lines on the bottom.
AND I YELLLL
STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
PEANUTS!
DON'T
EAT
YOUR
LUNCH
THE 3 NOT SICK KIDS COME RUNNING!
Good Golly Molly!
I had no idea restaurants still fried in peanut oil.
Fortunately, THE MAN had gone to use the restroom.
He had yet to touch his food.
And I kept thanking the Lord.
The only thing worse than being sick:
sick and getting anaphylaxsis
And the shot from one of these
His response,
That's okay mom, I like
Translation: I was going back out and getting him a Happy Meal which was also
HAPPY TUMMY.
HAPPY TUMMY is the label we put on food that is food allergy safe.
It is food that will not make The Man sick.
Therefore he has a Happy Tummy.
Something we started back when he was one and we first discovered food allergies in our home.
AND THAT is how you get a 6 year old to take his medicine.
Who knows what it will take tomorrow!
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