Over the Thanksgiving holiday, Brady ran a fairly high temp (102) from Friday afternoon to Sunday morning. With the two sleepless nights thrown in there for good measure, I had plenty of time to search his symptoms on the internet.
Saturday morning (post sleepless night #1) I called the doctor's office and described his symptoms. Their glib diagnosis - over the phone I might add - it's just a virus and it has to run it's course. Well that's just frickin' great. . . I was tempted to suggest how about they come over and stay up with him while it "runs it's course?".
So I decide to take matters into my own hands and I start searching on the internet for what it might be. I really should have known better. In the matter of an hour I had managed to convince myself that it was some rare and debilitating disease, despite the fact that the fever was responding quite nicely to Tylenol/Motrin and for the most part, he was acting normally even if he was a bit grumpy.
It's a miracle my husband didn't divorce me.
So lesson learned. Next time he's sick and the dr's office tells me that I just have to ride it out, the best course of action for me is to close the laptop and walk away. . .walk far far away.
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In this context the internet is evil. Trawling through the sea of contradictory information can be challenging, even for the most critically minded. At least you recognise your fears for what they were. Many don't.
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