I just spent a fun filled two and a half hours at the doctor’s office with a feverish and coughing three year old.
She woke me up screaming about a wolf attack in the wee hours of the morning, and as soon as I picked her up, I could feel that she was burning up with fever.
After I calmed her, I took her temperature and saw that it was 103.2.
She spent the rest of a restless dawn tossing and coughing in Mama and Daddy’s bed, and first thing this morning I called the doctor for an appointment.
I was worried it was the flu, but I became certain of it when, during our seemingly eternal wait in the doctor’s examining room, she coughed directly into my right eye.
I could actually see those tiny microbial flu germs sailing toward me in a cloud of mist and I felt them lodge in the moist lining of my eye. I heard shrill celebratory shouts of, “Yessssss!” and “Boo-yah! We made it! A fresh host!” as those little buggers planted their green Flu flag in the tender flesh of my lower eyelid.
Or maybe I was hallucinating out of the sheer boredom of being in a tiny 5 x 7 room for so long.
In any case, the nose swab test came back negative, so it isn’t the flu. Just a nasty virus.
So, later tonight I look forward to waking my husband with screams about a wolf attack.
I’ll try not to spit in his eye.