It has been 2 weeks since I have blogged, and I will admit that during those two weeks, the thought of writing anything down about the craziness I was going through caused me more anxiety then it did peace. But, the start of a new week is about to begin, and I feel I now have the ability, and the brain cells, to get something written.
When I last posted, Ryder had developed a strange rash on his forehead. That night, Ryder's ongoing fever spiked over 102 and with Tylenol and Advil, I could not get it down. I laid with him until the early am, so I could monitor his temperature and his blistering forehead, and at 6:30am we were on our way to the Emergency Room. Of course it was a day I was working so I called in sick,again, but I am glad that we went. After only a few hours spent between the waiting room, and a cozy corner in fast track, the doctor confirmed my suspicions that Ryder's ear infection had not cleared, and he also had one very large skin infection. I filled the prescription for, Cephzil, and happily had a nap with Ryder, for the first time since he was a newborn.
When we woke I realised that Ryder's skin infection had actually worsened. I managed to get 2 doses of Cephzil into him the first day, and started using the Antibiotic cream I already had at home, Fucidin, 3 times a day as well. Ryder has a nasty habit of scratching himself until he is oozing or bloody. His dermatologist prescribed an antibiotic for the little nicks (or large gashes depending on the day) to prevent infection from spreading. I guess the infection in his forehead gained momentum because of the infection already being fought in his body, and before I knew it, I had one sick little munchkin.
Monday came too fast, and I was off to work. Luckily my mom was watching Ryder for me, so he could stay in his own house, in his Jammie's all day, and someone I trusted would take good care of him. I was totally run down, and my back and neck were aching and I just wanted to sleep. My throat started to get a little sore and I just thought, just what I need, the flu. Little did I know that I would wake up in the middle of the night with cold sweats, shaking with a fever, and a super sore throat. By morning I had decided that, because I could not swallow, and the pain was not going away with any over the counter pain killers,I had strep throat, and I was calling in sick, taking Ryder to daycare and heading to the doctors. Luckily, Ryder was feeling much better, with the exception of his forehead having open sores, so I was not to worried about him at school. So I drove myself all the way out to my new doctor in Lakefield, who took a good look at me and told me I had a virus. So off I went, dragging my butt and dreading what waited for me at home-a disaster of a house, and a night time ritual for a very high maintenance two year old, and a night of constant waking, scratching, and screaming.
By the next morning I actually had tears in my eyes when I tried to swallow anything, and upon closer inspection, and with the assistance of my brothers trusty Mag-Light, I saw what I can only describe as a germ infested war zone happening right there in the back of my very own throat. Virus my ass! So I repeated the previous morning,although with a lot less energy and patience, and waited for my second appointment with the doctor. By the time my 1pm appointment rolled around, my fever had spiked, I was shaking and in a great deal of discomfort. When I say discomfort, I was actually starting to compare my pain to childbirth. Yes, a very dramatic comparison, I know. But as I stood there outside of Shoppers Drug Mart, prescription in hand, shaking with a fever, spitting because it hurt to bad to swallow, crying because I had locked my keys in the car, my only thought was that if I didn't feel better soon, I wanted to be put out of my misery.
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