Oh, the pink stuff...

I generally avoid the doctor if at all possible. After going through nursing school, germs pretty much occupy 80% of my thoughts. Ugh. The main one is MRSA. The truth is though, most of us already have it- if not through using too many antibiotics, then from that old man that sat way too close at the mall, and hacked it into your air space. Ugh...

Anyhow, we've all had this cold funk for going on about 2 weeks now. I've known for awhile that mine was a sinus infection, thanks to the techni-colored snot that I am making. Yes, I know you wanted to know that ;) Daughter still has a yucky cough but it's getting better. Son, however, was not. His fever kept coming and going, and he is soooo fussy and clingy, and he too makes techni-colored snot.

So I finally caved last night and took him to Minute Clinic. My mom and grandma will be here today and I wanted him to be up to playing with company. Minute Clinic wasn't fabulous, and not the greatest for babies because it was obvious that the FNP was not accustomed to seeing a lot of kids. It will be ok for me or husband if it's something that we need a prompt care type place for though. They're treating son for a sinus infection, which means to him (and any one of you that were sick as a child), "the pink stuff". Also known by medical people (and people over the age of 12 haha) as Amoxicillin. Can I just take this moment to say how much I LOVE the pink stuff? Like seriously, LOVE IT. It brings back memories of way too many cases of strep throat as a child, but damn did I love that medicine. The smell, the taste...very kid friendly. ;o)

Well you know what? Son HATES the pink stuff.

Is this even American?? Isn't it a requirement that as a citizen, you will promise to love the pink stuff? The child HATES it. Last night was difficult to get him to take it, but this morning when he saw it and remembered what it was, he went NUTS. All I can say is thank heavens that they gave me extra, because at least half of his morning dose today ended up in the kitchen floor, on his shirt, and on my pajamas. We are two doses into this, with 9 1/2 days to go and I have NO clue what I am going to do to get him to take it. My hopes of him quickly starting to feel better are dashed, and I am already dreading tonight when he has to take it again.

My son doesn't like the pink stuff. He must have been switched at birth.