Grandpa Bob came over this morning bright and early after he got off work, had pancakes, and looked at her throat. He said it looked bad, but to give it another day since she was doing so much better than yesterday. If you don't have a nurse in your family you really should get one, it's very convenient! After he left and I got Claire and BJ out the door, I remembered that it's Friday and that I've had profoundly bad experiences with urgent care, and her fever was starting to spike again, so I decided to call and get a same-day-sick appointment. This was at 9 am. I spoke to Annette (LOVE her - if your doctor's office doesn't have an Annette, you should get one, but you can't have mine!) and when I told her what was going on, with the white spots on the tonsils, she said, "Yeah, we have a 10:00, you should bring her in."
"Well," I said, "As long as no one cares that I haven't had a shower..."
Turns out I had just enough time to get showered, so at about 9:15 I left MG on the couch watching Phineas and Ferb while I ran upstairs. By the time I got back downstairs (fully dressed) at 9:30 (becoming a mother has made me hyper-efficient with personal hygiene), she was covered in a red, bumpy, itchy rash. It came on so fast! It was especially bad around her belly button, on her neck and shoulders, and her wrists.
At that point I was thinking, "I'm SO glad we already have a doctor's appointment!" I threw clothes on her, put her in the car, and away we went.
It turns out that Scarlet Fever is a skin manifestation of the strep infection, which means that the infection in her throat is already in her systemically, which means that there's a greater risk of it going to her heart or her kidneys, so we're treating it aggressively. He assured me that she should be much better by Sunday, and that she could even return to school Monday assuming that her fever stays down.
We waited at the doctor's office for her urinalysis to come back (negative for a UTI, hooray!). I'll tell you what, I've had to do a clean-catch urine sample with MG twice now, and it's no fun for anybody. "Mom, this is GROSS!" she said. I had to agree.
Odds are that one of us, probably Claire, will have caught this by Sunday.
|And then I'll become real.|
It has been an exceptionally long day, and it's only 1:30. I think I'm going to try to sneak in a nap.