For the last week or so, Z-boy has been complaining of headaches and a sore throat. Monday, when I was sick, I told him he could stay home or go to school. He chose school. Same thing Tuesday. School. Tuesday afternoon, he was choosing food and drinks that "wouldn't hurt his throat". He couldn't/wouldn't open his mouth wide enough for me to look. Throughout all of this, there was no fever, which was very strange. I was so used to the really obvious sick boy - the one that had repeated strep throat and ear infections up until last December when he had his tonsils/adnoids out and tubes in his ears. So I was a little perplexed by this boy with just one or two symptoms. But I decided to take him to a Doc-in-the-Box and see what was up with him.
I made him bring his homework because I knew it would be a long wait. He got all his math and spelling done while we sat there. The clock moved from 7:30 after-news sitcoms to the nearly nine closing credits of Big Brother 7 (a totally pointless show as far as I could see) on the TV in the waiting room before they called us.
We were esconced in a tiny room and a weary-looking doctor came in and talked to Z-boy. Looked in his ears, listened to his heart, took his temperature (normal!), then tried to look in his mouth. The tongue depressor was useless, so finally with some minor gymnastics and lots of instrument angling, the doctor finally saw his red throat. Apparently there's lots of this whatever-it-is going around. The college students are back, the kids are back in school and suddenly there's this minor but annoying bug going around and the whole city's got it (including me, apparently). Some kind of virus that opportunistic bacterial infections ride on the coat-tails of.
It was getting to be quite late at this point. Z-boy laid down (he brought Fuzzy with him) while we waited for the doctor to come back with his prescription.
It was 9:30 by the time we got out. I dropped his prescription off at the 24-hour Walgreens along with my Z-Pac that I hadn't filled yet, and we went for frozen yogurt. That felt good! I called the house and left a message for my husband, who would probably beat us home and freak out when the car wasn't there. At 10:30, we went back, got our drugs and went home.
I was right. Hubby was freaked when he drove up, and relieved when he got my message. He was all wound up, and he kept Z-boy up a bit longer asking him questions and we finally all went to bed at 11:30. This is VERY late for us. I think Z-boy will stay home today whether he likes it or not. What's at stake? A gold coin for perfect attendance!