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ann_leckieDay off work, woo!
Well, not. Paidhi Girl had a sore throat on Thanksgiving. Oh, it'll be gone in a day or two, I say. But by Friday night she couldn't sleep it hurt so much. The short glimpses I can get of the back of her throat look suspiciously streppy.
I call the doctor's exchange, because of course there's no one at the office Thanksgiving weekend. Some doctor I don't know calls back. "Oh, it's viral. If it gets worse, go to the urgent care center for a swab." I grouse to myself about his refusing to write a scrip, but, hey, maybe he's right. Also, I wonder what this urgent care center is he speaks of (I had left Mr. Leckie on hold with the exchange and gone out to buy soup for the patient, and Mr. Leckie didn't ask). Surely he's not advising taking a child with a sore throat to sit in an ER waiting room for eight hours? I mean, I know that sometimes you've got to do that, and when you have to you have to, but...
Sunday evening she claimed she was feeling better. Oh, good, I think, maybe it'll clear up. Monday she was incredibly hoarse, though she said her throat felt better. She wanted to go to school. (She didn't.) Soonest we could get in to see the doctor was very early this morning. Our regular doctor took one look and said, "Right, I'm pretty sure this is strep. I'll do a swab, but I'm writing you a scrip."
Mutter. Grumble. Paidhi Girl could have been better by Sunday morning if the doctor at the exchange had just listened. I guess he was assuming we didn't know that, for instance, antibiotics won't work with viruses (Mr. Leckie says the guy made sure to tell him that, our regular doctor would never have bothered to explain that because she knows we know that) and figured we didn't know strep from a handsaw.
The good news is, with strep? Less than a day after taking antibiotics everything is so much better.
Well, not. Paidhi Girl had a sore throat on Thanksgiving. Oh, it'll be gone in a day or two, I say. But by Friday night she couldn't sleep it hurt so much. The short glimpses I can get of the back of her throat look suspiciously streppy.
I call the doctor's exchange, because of course there's no one at the office Thanksgiving weekend. Some doctor I don't know calls back. "Oh, it's viral. If it gets worse, go to the urgent care center for a swab." I grouse to myself about his refusing to write a scrip, but, hey, maybe he's right. Also, I wonder what this urgent care center is he speaks of (I had left Mr. Leckie on hold with the exchange and gone out to buy soup for the patient, and Mr. Leckie didn't ask). Surely he's not advising taking a child with a sore throat to sit in an ER waiting room for eight hours? I mean, I know that sometimes you've got to do that, and when you have to you have to, but...
Sunday evening she claimed she was feeling better. Oh, good, I think, maybe it'll clear up. Monday she was incredibly hoarse, though she said her throat felt better. She wanted to go to school. (She didn't.) Soonest we could get in to see the doctor was very early this morning. Our regular doctor took one look and said, "Right, I'm pretty sure this is strep. I'll do a swab, but I'm writing you a scrip."
Mutter. Grumble. Paidhi Girl could have been better by Sunday morning if the doctor at the exchange had just listened. I guess he was assuming we didn't know that, for instance, antibiotics won't work with viruses (Mr. Leckie says the guy made sure to tell him that, our regular doctor would never have bothered to explain that because she knows we know that) and figured we didn't know strep from a handsaw.
The good news is, with strep? Less than a day after taking antibiotics everything is so much better.