Monday, he was sick again. After being sick all weekend. It's not awful, throwing up and high fever sick. It's just coughing and congestion and feeling so tired that even tying your shoes is a chore.
So I took him to the doctor, partly because I've been dealing with the same stuff and hoped that the doctor would have a remedy for BOTH of us!
After living in Tallahassee for the better part of 51 years, it seems that I am sucumbing to allergies. Yes. Allergies. The boy did not have strep or an ear infection, or any infection at all. Just lots and lots of congestion. She said to take a decongestant and use the neti pot. The allergies are hitting him much earlier than they ever got me. I don't remember ever having them until I was in my 40s and never as severe as now. He seems to have jumped over his 40-something years of being immune to the same place I am now. Poor child. This is miserable. Looks like we'll be investigating allergy medications (Claretin? Zyrtec? Recommendations, anyone?)
After receiving such fabulous news (sarcasm here), we felt distinctly bummed. The Boy had a coupon for frozen yogurt for making the Honor Roll, so we stopped at TCBY on the way home. It didn't fix what was wrong with us, but we felt better anyway.
(Don't you LOVE his hair? I am insanely jealous of how beautiful it is.)