Please! Please! Please Get Better & Go Back To School!

Yesterday I swore up and down to almost everyone that J-Man would be in school today. Ya, umm…I was wrong, again. The only day he actually went to school this week was Wednesday. This is the third, I repeat, third day I’ve had to call work and say “I can’t come in.” Although, one of those days his sister was sick too, so it’s not all his fault. Fortunately I have very understanding people that I work with and I can go in tonight after my husband gets home. But 3 days in one week after being out for almost 2 weeks with the whole blood clot fiasco is a little excessive.

I tried so damn hard to get him to go this morning. I was determined that he was going to go to school on the bus so I wouldn’t have to drive him. I even bribed him with “If you make the bus this morning I’ll pick you up after school.” 

 He was in the bathroom and I told him we were out of  Zyrtec and he burst into tears. WTH?? What did I say? I’m all “Don’t worry honey, I’ll buy more Zyrtec today. It’s okay.” Who cries over allergy meds? When he calmed down he finally told me that he cried because he feels so sick and he thinks the Zyrtec is the only thing helping him breathe. He does look and sound super horrible. He is paler than pale with big dark circles under his eyes and he’s so congested that he can’t even breathe through his nose.

After that I was still under the illusion that he would be going to school. Maybe we wouldn’t make the bus, but I could still drive him. I told him that he needed to try to go to school and if he didn’t feel well to let his teacher know and he could go to the nurse and she would call me and I could come and get him. He looked at me with his big sad eyes and said “The problem is I already feel like that.” oooh. Okay. Then I tried “If you stay home I’m taking you back to the doctor. Something else must be going on. I’m not saying this to scare you, (really) but they will probably do a blood test in your finger to check for other things making you sick.” He thought about it for a moment and said “Okay.” WTH? Okay? He hates blood tests in a very big crying, screaming kind of way. Oh crap, he must be really sick.

Then he said “When we go to the doctor just don’t say ‘I think Jeff needs a blood test’. They’re the doctor so they should think of that themselves. We’re not doctors, we don’t know what’s going on.” Okay, buddy. Unless they don’t think of it themselves.

So yes, we are going to the doctor this morning. It’s a big practice so we don’t always see the doctor we (meaning me) like. I was lucky to get an appointment with his doctor so I feel better about going. He’s been on antibiotics since Monday and I don’t think they’ve done a thing for him. We’ll see what happens. Wish us luck and if anyone has the hidden talent of curse removal, I could sure use it right about now.