What you don’t want the doctor to say…

Last Monday I took Son #1 to the doctor.  He?  Had a virus.  Hmmm I am so glad that psycho grandma opened her baggie and gave him antibiotics…they were so helpful!  The doctor gave him cough medicine with codeine and instructed him to drink fluids and rest.  By Friday he was feeling great.

I, on the other hand, started downhill on Tuesday with a tickle in my ear and throat and somewhat upset stomach.  By Wednesday I had a very tight cough that made my throat feel as if it were on fire and a decidedly upset stomach.  Thursday I should have stayed in bed in between running to the bathroom however, deadlines at work beckoned me.  By Friday morning I was really miserable and my co-workers were wishing for medical masks. So, I went to the doctor. 

Now let me digress for a moment.  We have all received those emails with the list of funny, or not so funny, things (depending on ones perspective) that we don’t want to hear the doctor say.  For the most part, I have laughed at them. 

Back to Friday.  The doctor looks at me very sincerely and says, “I hate to tell you this but what you have is very hard to get rid of and there isn’t anything I can give you for it.  It just has to run its course”  Great!!!  Just what I wanted to hear.  I did not laugh.  Which was good, because she was not trying to be funny.

Today is Sunday.  For the most part my stomach seems to be back to normal and the Mucinex and ibuprofen seem to be doing what they were intended to do.  I wonder if I should pick up those masks on the way to the office tomorrow?

Parental Alienation

Last week My Hubby got a call from the Egg Donor informing him that she and her new hubby would be out of town for a long weekend and Son #1 would be staying with a friend.  Really???  Did she discuss this plan with My Hubby before determining where Son #1 would be staying?  Of course not.  She made the decision and then informed My Hubby.  Typical.

My company happens to give us President’s Day as a paid holiday, so I am at home today with Sons # 2 and #3.  We were planning on seeing a movie and maybe going bowling later when the phone rang.  My Hubby sounded frustrated when he told me that Son #1 was pretty sick.  Apparently the Egg Donor’s mother (psycho grandma) had been called and attempted to take Son #1 to the doctor.  Since she is not his parent, nor does she have custody of him, this attempt was unsuccessful.  You may be asking yourself why the Egg Donor called her mother and not Son #1’s Dad.  We are too, with no answers.  Since My Hubby is working today, I made the appointment and will be taking him to the doctor this afternoon. 

Here is the kicker.  When I called Son #1 to tell him when I would be picking him up, I asked him why he hadn’t called his Dad on Saturday when he started to feel bad and why didn’t the friend’s mom, who he was staying with, call us?  It seems that when psycho grandma was called on Saturday, she decided that it would be better for Son #1 to just stay at the Egg Donor’s house alone, instead of infecting the friend’s family.  Stellar!  She also gave him some leftover antibiotics to make him feel better.  Even Better!  Does Son #1 know what antibiotic he took?  Nope.  Does psycho grandma?  Nope.  The bottle was thrown away a long time ago.

So, here are the facts:

• The Egg Donor went out of town and Son #1 was to be at a friend’s house, with no input on this decision from My Hubby.
• Son #1 got sick.
• Psycho grandma gave Son #1 unknown antibiotics.
• Psycho grandma allowed a 16 year old to stay home alone after taking unknown antibiotics, not knowing if there would be an allergic reaction to them.
• No one bothered to call My Hubby, the parent that has joint custody and decision making of Son #1, until psycho grandma couldn’t get him in to see the doctor.

Gotta love it!