Thursday, August 13, 2009

Well THAT was scary...

Number One Son and My Little Princess spent last week at summer camp and when we picked them up on Saturday, Number One Son had a fever and was feeling lethargic. His fever broke Monday morning but he's still been weak and has had a cough all week. Even now he's still feeling crappy.
As I was getting ready to leave to coach flag football, my wife called me from work to tell me she had just received an email from our church (the summer camp was a church event) that said there had been a confirmed case of swine flu at my son's camp. My heart stopped. I called our doctor, explained Number One Son's symptoms and they said to get him to urgent care in the next town over. So I got another coach to step in for my guys - I really didn't want to be around any kids until I knew for sure what was up anyways, and besides which, getting my kid to the doc was obviously more important - saddled up with the kids and jetted over to urgent care. On the way over, Number One Son told me that a kid in his tent at camp got sent home sick on the second day. Great.
We were interviewed by two med students before we got to see the doctor, gave them the whole story and then when the doc came in repeated it.
The doctor was a real calm guy and explained that despite the hype, swine flu actually is less damaging than the regular flu. He took a swab from my son's nose and said they'd be able to get a presence/absence test within ten minutes. That would tell if he had the flu, but not what strain. If it came up positive, they would have to send a swab to county to determine whether it was H1N1...
Ten minutes later he came back and said it was negative. I pretty much just melted in my chair. I'm not ashamed to say that I was very worried on the way over there, kicking myself for not taking my kid in to the doctor's earlier and just pretty much trying to hold it together in front of the kids (I think I did that quite well, actually).
Anyway, that was our excitement for the day. I think I'm going to have a beer now.

3 comments:

Christina LMT said...

*whew*

After reading that, have a beer for me, too!

Glad that he's doing better.

Mushy said...

Whew...is right!

DirtCrashr said...

My downstairs neighbor, an 50'ish-age guy was coughing for twooo weeks - turns out he had the whooping cough, until the figured out what it was. Antibiotics took care of it, but I thought that was something we had stamped out in the developed world. Apparently a lot of parents are not getting their kids inoculated and the old stuff is coming back...