Quit Early, Am Eating All the Cookies...
Jan. 11th, 2016 01:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouse Damn you, Mercury Retrograde! *shakes fist at skies*
Today was so classically Mercury Retrograde, too, almost from the start.... Mason woke up with spots on his face. We noticed some redness after he'd gone ice skating on the super-cold Saturday night, but totally chalked it up as windburn. This morning? It looked much bigger, much blotchier, so we made the executive decision to keep him home for the morning, or at least until we could get him in to see the doctor. Mason has had Fifth Disease in the past (not nearly as horrible as it sounds, it's just a facial rash, but it has that name because it was the Fifth rash to be categorized an it didn't end up with a cooler name, like Mumps.) Fifth can come back, is treatable, but highly contagious. So we thought we'd better rule out a contagion before sending him into the teaming horde that is middle/high school.
Only... we got THE bad doctor.
Shawn is the one in our family that remembers this stuff, and she was out with a migraine. So it was down to Mason and I to remember which of the pediatricians we usually see is the one who consistently misdiagnoses Mason---once so badly that her, "eh, it's nothing," ended in a trip to the Emergency Room THE VERY NEXT DAY.
And... we guessed wrong.
Mason is also now the age where he can (and should, IMHO) go into the doctor's office without a parent chaperone. If he wants to ask private questions, I don't want my presence to be the difference between him getting information and not, if you know what I mean. Plus, it's an easy way NOT to be a helicopter parent. BUT had I known we'd picked the 'bad' doctor, I would have just insisted that I come in to help advocate. As it was, she said, "Meh, windburn"...
...so we'll probably end up doing all this again when things get worse.
But hopefully, they won't.
The whole experience served to only make Mason grumpy and going to school that much more frustrating. It didn't help that we bickered about whether or not he should have to go in, after all--the ironic part being that *my* argument was 'you don't have to, but you were the one who wanted to go to the math meet, since it's your last one..." I found out at school that Mason has no idea what his locker combination is, and hasn't for most of the school year.... he's just been hauling all his stuff around all day.
*sighs*
Anyway, I eventually got Shawn into work, but by this time, all I wanted was a big Do Over button to push. Which, I kind of did, by doing the dishes and watching another episode of "Psycho Pass" (my current anime). I also decided to cancel with my friend Theo's friend Jack, who is, among other things, a voice actor, and who is going to be working with me to bring YOU audio versions of the AngeLINK books. I've re-arranged with Jack to hopefully see them early tomorrow morning and get this thing done! Because how cool would that be?
So my day? Mom Gave Up and Is Eating All the Cookies. But cookies are yummy, so it could be worse.
Today was so classically Mercury Retrograde, too, almost from the start.... Mason woke up with spots on his face. We noticed some redness after he'd gone ice skating on the super-cold Saturday night, but totally chalked it up as windburn. This morning? It looked much bigger, much blotchier, so we made the executive decision to keep him home for the morning, or at least until we could get him in to see the doctor. Mason has had Fifth Disease in the past (not nearly as horrible as it sounds, it's just a facial rash, but it has that name because it was the Fifth rash to be categorized an it didn't end up with a cooler name, like Mumps.) Fifth can come back, is treatable, but highly contagious. So we thought we'd better rule out a contagion before sending him into the teaming horde that is middle/high school.
Only... we got THE bad doctor.
Shawn is the one in our family that remembers this stuff, and she was out with a migraine. So it was down to Mason and I to remember which of the pediatricians we usually see is the one who consistently misdiagnoses Mason---once so badly that her, "eh, it's nothing," ended in a trip to the Emergency Room THE VERY NEXT DAY.
And... we guessed wrong.
Mason is also now the age where he can (and should, IMHO) go into the doctor's office without a parent chaperone. If he wants to ask private questions, I don't want my presence to be the difference between him getting information and not, if you know what I mean. Plus, it's an easy way NOT to be a helicopter parent. BUT had I known we'd picked the 'bad' doctor, I would have just insisted that I come in to help advocate. As it was, she said, "Meh, windburn"...
...so we'll probably end up doing all this again when things get worse.
But hopefully, they won't.
The whole experience served to only make Mason grumpy and going to school that much more frustrating. It didn't help that we bickered about whether or not he should have to go in, after all--the ironic part being that *my* argument was 'you don't have to, but you were the one who wanted to go to the math meet, since it's your last one..." I found out at school that Mason has no idea what his locker combination is, and hasn't for most of the school year.... he's just been hauling all his stuff around all day.
*sighs*
Anyway, I eventually got Shawn into work, but by this time, all I wanted was a big Do Over button to push. Which, I kind of did, by doing the dishes and watching another episode of "Psycho Pass" (my current anime). I also decided to cancel with my friend Theo's friend Jack, who is, among other things, a voice actor, and who is going to be working with me to bring YOU audio versions of the AngeLINK books. I've re-arranged with Jack to hopefully see them early tomorrow morning and get this thing done! Because how cool would that be?
So my day? Mom Gave Up and Is Eating All the Cookies. But cookies are yummy, so it could be worse.