Woke up with a fever. As I predicted I would. That meant today was the day to go see the doctor and get this silly thing taken care of. Woke up in the middle of the night, totally sweaty. I mean covered, drenched in sweat. Oddly enough, it was only staying on my skin, instead of soaking the bed or covers or baby. It was the weirdest thing.
I looked on line and made the last available appointment for the day, at 9:10. My insurance is Kaiser, so I have to go to a Kaiser facility, at least there's one near by. I had to take Martyn with me. Kaiser is really good at effecently running you through the system. You go up to the counter, pay your copay, and then go the waiting area upstairs and wait by which ever door they tell you to wait by, depending on who your doctor is. You only have to wait a few minutes from the time you get upstairs, and then the nurse, or PA comes and calls you and shutttles you into a little exam room.
The nurse was cool. She was this big black woman, named Molly and she had a Jamaican accent. She was very friendly and made goo goo eyes at Martyn, who just stared at her and stayed quiet. She was very sympathetic over my misery. I had a fever to boot. She asked me a bunch of questions, and I answered as best I could with my terribly hoarse voice, and cough. Martyn say pretty quietly in his car seat, and played with Mr. Elefant, one of his favorites. Nurse Molly seemed impressed with how good he was.
She had me change into a gown, when she left the room and said the doctor would be in shortly....20 minutes later the doctor came into see me. I was feeling like crap. I think I had a pretty low fever, but those can be just as bad as a higher fever because they're just enough to make you feel crappy. She detirmined that I needed a chest x-ray, so she sent me back down stairs with Martyn in tow.
The Radiology department and the Peidiatric ward have the same waiting area, and the door to Pediatrics was open. There was a poor kid in there, I couldn't see, who was getting shots (I'm assuming) and vehemently protesting. I think the kid was probably 3 or 4 years old, maybe a little younger. But just screaming like they were cutting his foot off or something. It was hard to listen to, and kind of made me mad. It made me cry too, I just wanted to run in there and tell them to stop torchering that poor baby.
I have not had Martyn vaccinated at all yet, because I wanted to wait until he was a bit older (6 months) to start. He's almost to when we're going to start, but listening to that kid nearly sent me off the notion to vaccinate in the first place.....that's a thought for a different time.
The ladies at the Radiology reception desk said they would sit with Martyn while I was doing the X-ray, and of course he was perfect for them. I just sat his car seat right inside their little cubicle area and he just flirted away. Silly baby.
They now have it set up so they can see the X-ray on the computer right away after they get it, so I have to lug Martyn in the carseat back upstairs to talk to the doctor again. The diagnosis is Bronchitis. I knew it was some kind of respirartory infection. She prescribed anti-biotics, and said they were safe for breastfeeding, but I don't believe her. Song reminded me that I can supplement my stored breast milk with goats milk and carrot juice. I felt a lot better about the idea of taking the meds.
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