October 24, 2009

What a way to spend a Saturday morning!

Man-Child has been sniffing and snorting for days now.  I figured that, as usual, he hadn't been taking his allergy meds and just needed to take them consistently until it all died down.  It didn't.

So early this morning, Man-Child shuffles out to the back deck where I'm reading the paper; still sniffling and snorting.  It was driving me mad!  So I began to question him.  Are the meds helping?  No.  Is your (ummm, how to say this delicately??) mucus discolored?  I don't know.  And he walks away.

I resume reading the paper and drinking my coffee.  He returns with a tissue.  And informs me that not only is it green there is a little bit of blood in it.  Great.  (sorry if you were eating as you were reading this!)

Under normal circumstances I would have just scheduled a doctor's appointment for after school and been done with it.  But, between football practice and games, the earliest we could have made an appointment was Friday.  And with the blood and all, I didn't think it wise to wait that long.  Besides the sniffling and snorting was really beginning to get to me.

So off to the weekend walk-in clinic we go.

Man-Child's eyes practically popped out of his head when we walked in and he notices that just about every other person in the waiting room is wearing a face mask.  Needless to say, he was a bit worried.  Turns out if they checked in complaining of flu-like symptoms they were given a mask.

Then we proceed to wait and wait and wait.  Because that's what you do at walk-in clinics.  We heard one woman tell her boy's entire life story.  Including the fact that he didn't have solid food until he was six!    Really?  Why????????  Another woman was complaining about the very place were in!  Why then are you there?  You could have gone to any another clinic.  She then went on to complain that she broke a tooth and can't find a weekend dentist.  This woman was nothing but one complaint after another.  On the flip side, I had to listen to Man-Child moan about how he had better things to do.  Really?  Like what?  He said he wasn't sick enough to waste his time sitting there.  I haven't had the urge to smack him in a long time; but there it was.

Finally, after about an hour and a half we were moved to a room.  Where we waited some more.  And I listened to M-C complain some more.  Although he did suggest that while he lay back on the table, with his hands crossed on his chest, eyes closed I should open the door and scream "HE'S DEAD!" to see if that would get someone in there faster.  It was kinda funny, actually.

Once we finally saw the doctor, he looked Man-Child over in a matter of minutes, pronounced that he had a sinus infection and wrote a prescription.  Hmmm.  I knew he had a sinus infection.  As a mom you learn these kinds of things over the years - it's almost like attending med school.  I'm beginning to think that after so many years of experience, they should let moms have the ability to write prescriptions for certain ailments.  I diagnosed the child at 9:00 am.  They diagnosed the child about 1:00 pm.  Seems we could have saved a few hours here.

So with prescription in hand, hopefully the sniffling and snorting will die down quickly!


  1. Walk-in clinics are the worst but at least they're there for people who need them I suppose.

    Love the new background by the way!

  2. Been there done that...hurry up and WAIT! Wouldn't it be nice if we could get our own supply of antibiotics?

  3. I agree! We KNOW when our kids sick what they probably have. Crying that the ear hurts and pulling on it? It's red? Yup, ear infection.

    I get REALLY bad cold sores, not on my lip mind you, but right under my nose. I put a prescribed medicine on it (okay, once a year I get it but it's huge and HURTS) but when I'm out, I STILL have to go to the doctor to get it again. I mean, come on. I've been doing this for freaking years! And my maintenance meds? I still have to go EVERY SIX MONTHS to say, "yes they still work. No I don't feel suicidal. Yes, I can concentrate. Blah Blah Blah"

    If they didn't work, I would freaking tell you!!!!

  4. I hope he's feeling better soon. We can never fit in visits to the doctor either.

  5. hope he feels better, but better to get the abx. started asap.