I haven't had a week like the past seven days since I was a first semester college sophomore.
Last Thursday at Noon I received a call that the boy was cranky and heading towards sick. I made plans to cut my day short and pick him up early. 10 minutes later I received another call that he had spiked a fever of 103. Okay, I'm on my way.
Friday was spent at home with a sick kid. While he slept I packed. When he was awake my attention had to be 100% focused on him. Up late Friday night packing to move.
Saturday morning, time to call the doctor. But what's this? The furnace that was my little boy has a normal temp and seems to be on then mend. Fast forward to Saturday afternoon and a fever that is now reaching 105. Yes one hundred and five degrees of temperature. And packing. And packing. And more packing. A very late night Saturday night spent loading boxes and carrying boxes to the garage. Once again the child seems to be on the mend. Then late Saturday he has a setback with fever and chills.
Sunday was a moving day. The child is still sick but seems once to be on the mend. Mid afternoon he has a temp of 103. Child sleeps for hours. Much moving gets done with a lot of help from some friends. The night is very late with the moving of the boxes and driving between houses and such.
Monday we get in to see the doctor. I call and get an appointment for 11:30. Around 10:30 he shows his first symptom. He vomits all over me. Luckily the only thing in his stomach was water. A new shirt and a few tears (mine and his) later we are at the doctor's office. Fever with no other symptoms. Hmmmm. Child receives CBC, chest x-ray and gives a urine sample. Actually 2 urine samples. These tests involved a trip to Childrens Hospital. Nothing make a parent stand up and take notice quite like the phrase "We need to send your child to Childrens Hospital for tests" .
The first urine sample they tape a ziplock bag to his junk, the second one we avoid the catheter by getting a "clean catch". This involves taking off his diaper, feeding him a popcicle and as much water as he'll take. I even let him play in a glass of warm water. Mom was the aimer and I was the catcher. That was a poor choice as this was her first aiming experience and I have 33 years worth. In other words, half the sample went in the cup and the other half on my leg.
Diagnosis. Urinary Tract Infection. Yikes!
Monday evening was more moving and a late night again.
Tuesday the wife stayed home and I went to work. Then we all met back up at Childrens Hospital at 1:00 so that the boy could have an ultrasound to make sure he had no acute cause for infection such as a blockage.
Tuesday we finish enough of the moving that we stayed at the new house, yea! Last night we were at the house trying to unpack and pack at the same time. We leave for vacation tomorrow. I will be spending a week in the land of bad beats and lost coin flips. They boy decided that the antibiotics were working so he would stay awake until at least 1:15. Thats when we decided to turn of the monitor and go to sleep.
Oh yeah I forgot to mention that on Sunday we borrowed my father-in-law's pick-up to help move. My best friend ran that truck into a brick wall. No I am not kidding. He ran it into a brick wall. So today I was at the body shop getting estimates. Not too bad $933.
In six weeks the kid get to have an elimination angiogram. They fill the bladder with a dye and watch radiographically as he pees to make sure everything flows south. No avoiding the catheter this time.
Exactly how many days until Vegas?