Well my youngest Jake came over last night as well as this morning. He was sick as crap.
So I insist he go to the dr. My GP is out of town til Monday. So off to the walk in clinic we go.
We get here and I tell them he either has the flu or bronchitis and needs to be seen. If you’ve ever been to a walk in clinic you know they’re not the most pleasant folks.
They called Jake to the reception window, he goes where he’s called, the receptionist asks him for his ins card. He says I just emailed it like the other clerk told him to do (his ins is under his dad with the plumbers union in NY). She gets a tone in her voice and says she wasn’t told he had emailed it. Well Let me tell ya, I’m not going to have some jerk getting nasty with my sick son. I spring to my feet ( as best I could) and lean into the window and say in a very nasty tone ” we emailed it” lips tight and almost daring her to get that tone with me. I’m not above pulling her through the window and jerking a knot in her ass. She smiles sweetly and says ok.
Dr comes in, checks Jake says it sounds like it’s probably bacterial. He’s going to prescribe a Z pack and cough meds. I say how about a shot of antibiotics ( to get it in his system quicker) and an inhaler since he is asthmatic and was wheezing yesterday. We agreed on the course of treatment. The dr was very nice and accommodating, unlike the chick in the front.
I do admit I’m scared to death I’m going to catch his funk. But once a mommy always a mommy and I’m willing to take the hit to make sure my sonny boy is taken care of. These boys keep me hoppin.