Today is the third day in a row that Sam has been home from school. Ever since he came home from school sobbing on Monday, he’s had a constant fever except for when he’s under the influence of Motrin.
When he is under the influence of Motrin, he is perky, happy, and jumping around doing frequent Ewok impressions. Four to six hours later, he’s flushed, sweaty, feverish, and yelling about, “My head hurts! My head hurts!” and “The light! It hurts my eyes!”
Because today was Day 4 of this, I decided to call the doctor’s office to see if we should go in. After hearing about the headache and light sensitivity, they suggested we come in.
Here is Sam in
the library the new armchairs in the doctor’s exam rooms.
Anyway, he doesn’t have meningitis. (Yay!)
I didn’t actually think he had meningitis. But it seemed like the responsible thing to do to take him to the doctor. The doctor offered to swab and test Sam for something, but as it wouldn’t have changed the (non)treatment plan, I passed. If he’s not better by Monday, we get to go back.
I’m hopeful that Sam will get to go back to school tomorrow, if only because it is incredibly sad to watch Jack gamely trooping off to school each day while his brothers cavort at home.
So now you know what I’ve been doing all week.