Where oh where do I begin??? The boys have been sick. They have been off and on sick for over a month now. Eli has had the worst. But all of that was manageable until Monday. I noticed both boys had the dreaded virus of doom. Hand, Mouth, Foot. It is truly awful. As it sounds it give them blisters on their hands, in and around their mouth and on their feet. And if you have a baby it is also in the diaper area. Oh who am I kidding, if you have a baby it is everywhere because they can't keep their little chubby adorable hands out of their mouth.
So Owen refuses to talk or eat. And he doesn't like to swallow. So yes their is drool everywhere. Their is no sense in reasoning, because they just don't get it at four. He thinks I am totally full of it and making everything up. Drinking won't help me! Oh and since his tongue hurts he cries all night. Whimpers. It is bad. Bad.
Owen: "Mom I always cry when my tongue hurts."
Mom: "Well if you want to sleep in my bed then you have to stop crying."
Miraculously the tears stopped. Hmmmm.
Eli is the other extreme. He is hungry so he eats then cries. After every single bite. My house is fun! FUN!!!
Okay so I am really writing to talk about the doctor experience. We have been seeing the same pediatrician. He is nice and conservative with antibiotics. So that is great. But he is also too busy. Way to stinking busy. The boys (yes two patients) are in for about 5 minutes and out yet we wait for over THREE hours. Yes you read that right. It is usually an hour each time but this last time was a real doozy.
4:36 pm We head to the doctor. (down the street, very close, but must drive since their are no sidewalks)
4:39 pm Get out of car and carseats. Walk across parking garage and in and up to 3rd floor. Practically racing the people in the elevator to get on the list first. Realize I left my wallet at home.
4:39 pm Head back to car, get in and head home. Takes longer to get home because of the divider on our street. Convince guy at parking garage I have no money and cannot pay him.
4:51 pm Arrive back at the apartment. Run up to get wallet. Run back down to car. Head to doctor again.
5:09 pm Arrive back at doctor and check in. Find out that we have 12 patients in front of us. This will be a long wait. Hoping I heard them wrong.
From here, the boys have fever so I ask the nurse to give them some medicine. We then wait until ten till eight to finally get to see the doctor. They boys were actually pretty good for such a long wait. At the end they were finally done. Of course they are hungry and tired and want to go home. Owen is asking to go home to bed maybe 10 minutes before we are called in to see the doctor. At this point there is no turning back. Then we finally finish. We wait for an elevator for what seems like forever. Three came out of the four and were all full. None were coming. It was like watching a pot of water boil. So we leave and go to different elevators. Head to the pharmacy. Only to wait again. Because you have to take a number. The boys are now a bit more all over the place but still being very good. Of course other people are all of sudden worried about them. I am wondering where all this concern was while we were waiting to see the doctor for three hours. Proceed to buy our stuff when the guy checking me out tells me that one of the items doesn't ring up in their system. By now I have had it. I ask him how that is my problem and clearly state that I still need the item. I have learned by living overseas that if something doesn't ring up it means it is not for sale. That you must leave it or lose your spot in line and go and get one that scans. Normally at the grocery store I will submit but not at the pharmacy when I clearly need the item. So he passes me on for more waiting to someone that is able to make something work in the system.
8:38 pm Finally on our way home. Get home and it proceeds to be the longest night ever. Owen cried all night. All night. And his crying would wake up Eli. So it was a blast for David and I. Last night was a bit better. Don't you love how a few hours can make your day seem like it lasted 48 hours.
I pray we are on the mend. I am not seeing the progress yet. Just more drool, pantomiming, and crying. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. And a vaccination should really be created for this virus. At least you can only get chicken pox once. This is Owen's second bout of hand, mouth, foot. I never thought I would prefer Russia over well really anything but here I prefer their private medical clinics and how you know you will be in and out in 30 minutes. And that they have sidewalks so that I can walk the 5 minutes to the doctor.
I am tired!!!
So Owen refuses to talk or eat. And he doesn't like to swallow. So yes their is drool everywhere. Their is no sense in reasoning, because they just don't get it at four. He thinks I am totally full of it and making everything up. Drinking won't help me! Oh and since his tongue hurts he cries all night. Whimpers. It is bad. Bad.
Owen: "Mom I always cry when my tongue hurts."
Mom: "Well if you want to sleep in my bed then you have to stop crying."
Miraculously the tears stopped. Hmmmm.
Eli is the other extreme. He is hungry so he eats then cries. After every single bite. My house is fun! FUN!!!
Okay so I am really writing to talk about the doctor experience. We have been seeing the same pediatrician. He is nice and conservative with antibiotics. So that is great. But he is also too busy. Way to stinking busy. The boys (yes two patients) are in for about 5 minutes and out yet we wait for over THREE hours. Yes you read that right. It is usually an hour each time but this last time was a real doozy.
4:36 pm We head to the doctor. (down the street, very close, but must drive since their are no sidewalks)
4:39 pm Get out of car and carseats. Walk across parking garage and in and up to 3rd floor. Practically racing the people in the elevator to get on the list first. Realize I left my wallet at home.
4:39 pm Head back to car, get in and head home. Takes longer to get home because of the divider on our street. Convince guy at parking garage I have no money and cannot pay him.
4:51 pm Arrive back at the apartment. Run up to get wallet. Run back down to car. Head to doctor again.
5:09 pm Arrive back at doctor and check in. Find out that we have 12 patients in front of us. This will be a long wait. Hoping I heard them wrong.
From here, the boys have fever so I ask the nurse to give them some medicine. We then wait until ten till eight to finally get to see the doctor. They boys were actually pretty good for such a long wait. At the end they were finally done. Of course they are hungry and tired and want to go home. Owen is asking to go home to bed maybe 10 minutes before we are called in to see the doctor. At this point there is no turning back. Then we finally finish. We wait for an elevator for what seems like forever. Three came out of the four and were all full. None were coming. It was like watching a pot of water boil. So we leave and go to different elevators. Head to the pharmacy. Only to wait again. Because you have to take a number. The boys are now a bit more all over the place but still being very good. Of course other people are all of sudden worried about them. I am wondering where all this concern was while we were waiting to see the doctor for three hours. Proceed to buy our stuff when the guy checking me out tells me that one of the items doesn't ring up in their system. By now I have had it. I ask him how that is my problem and clearly state that I still need the item. I have learned by living overseas that if something doesn't ring up it means it is not for sale. That you must leave it or lose your spot in line and go and get one that scans. Normally at the grocery store I will submit but not at the pharmacy when I clearly need the item. So he passes me on for more waiting to someone that is able to make something work in the system.
8:38 pm Finally on our way home. Get home and it proceeds to be the longest night ever. Owen cried all night. All night. And his crying would wake up Eli. So it was a blast for David and I. Last night was a bit better. Don't you love how a few hours can make your day seem like it lasted 48 hours.
I pray we are on the mend. I am not seeing the progress yet. Just more drool, pantomiming, and crying. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. And a vaccination should really be created for this virus. At least you can only get chicken pox once. This is Owen's second bout of hand, mouth, foot. I never thought I would prefer Russia over well really anything but here I prefer their private medical clinics and how you know you will be in and out in 30 minutes. And that they have sidewalks so that I can walk the 5 minutes to the doctor.
I am tired!!!
