The boy, he's sick. Two nights in a row he's been a little fireball all night long. I don't have a good thermometer, so I have no idea how high his temperature's been, but I'm guessing from the heat radiating off of his body melting anything within a five foot radius of him, it's pretty darn high. Last night he woke up crying "I have boo boo eyes!" Which I'm guessing meant his eyes hurt, possibly from a headache. Tylenol is making him a little less hot, but he's still warm to the touch.
The thing with Alex though, when he's sick, is he only acts sick at night. During the day he's practically normal. Maybe a little slower, but just as playful and happy as he is any other day when he's not a human heater. So I convince myself he must be getting better, until evening, after the doctor's offices close, and he's miserable again.
I called a nurse this morning who told me she thinks he should come in to see a doctor today. Unfortunately, his regular doctor is on maternity leave and my second choice doctor recently left the practice, so I'm stuck having to take him to a doctor who's never seen him before. It's really not that big of a deal, all these doctors are in the same practice and they have access to Alex's medical history, it's just I'm much more comfortable with his regular doctor. This is exactly why I spent so much time picking out his regular doctor and second choice doctor in the first place. I always feel stupid seeing a new doctor because Alex looks like he's fine to the untrained observer, he looks completely normal. Mitzi, his regular doctor, knows if he's not climbing the walls and racing around the room at 100 mph, something is terribly wrong.
It's probably just the flu and I'll be sent home with instructions to give him Tylenol and keep him hydrated, which I'm already doing. New doctor or not, it will make me feel better to have confirmation that I'm doing all I can to help him get better.
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