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Lesson #22: We take our colds very seriously.

Sitting in the doctor’s office, staring at the little yellow box.  It keeps beeping.  Tessa’s kicking the nurse, willing her to leave her finger alone.  We wait (im)patiently for the reading to appear and it doesn’t seem to be in any rush to do so.  There are fewer moments these days that feel longer than the ones that separate you from a potential hospital stay.

This time, the reading was good.

Sinus infection.  Pink eye.  Round of antibiotics.  Have a nice day!

Colds are a challenge for some children with Down syndrome.  There are a few reasons for that – smaller airways and sinus cavities, low muscle tone (slowing becoming the bane of our existence), which makes it a challenge to build enough strength to cough out the gunk…  All I know is that I’m not interested in another stay in the PICU.  So, I’ve become the hyper-vigilant Mother Bear that I was trying so hard to avoid.

When Ellie was younger, I had no fear about her catching a few minor colds.  Is that odd?  It’s not like I hoped that she would feel crummy or that she would have to deal with the symptoms.  Goodness knows that the sleepless nights weren’t thrilling.  I was just all about building up her immunity while she was young and exposing her to colds is one way to do that.  In no way is this my approach with Tessa.  I have no interest in exposure.  We aren’t living in a bubble, nor do I expect every person who has a sniffle to stay away, but I’m certainly more cautious about who holds the baby.  I would never (Never.) have taken Ellie to the doctor for the cold symptoms that Tessa displayed today.  But this is a whole new ballgame, isn’t it?

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(By the way.. do you see the new greenish paint in my kitchen??  LOVE it.)

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Mad vocabulary skillz

Today I took Tessa to the doctor. She has a cold and since her last cold put her in the hospital for a week, we are being more vigilant.

Yay, copays! :p

In any case, the doctor we saw was new to the practice, so I had the joy of filling her in on Tessa’s medical history. As we got to the end of the appointment, she said to me, “So, you must be in the medical field. What do you do?”

I wasn’t quite sure how she came to that conclusion. What I do is virtually the exact opposite of medicine. Do schools make people healthy?? No, no, no. Schools breed yucky little diseases and keep these doctors working! I just laughed and responded that I’m actually a teacher, then asked how she got that idea.

“Wow,” she said, “you use medical terminology very well!”

Umm, yes. I suppose that at this point, the jargon is more natural to me than the average Joe Schmoe on the street. I feel a little irked, but also a little proud, that she was impressed by my vocabulary. I don’t necessarily want any opportunities to improve it, but at least I know that if I’m ever at a cocktail party with some doctors, I can blend right in.

Who am I kidding? Me? At a cocktail party?? Not unless they are serving margaritas and Bud Light…

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