Erik had a monthly post transplant visit today and all is well. Perfect actually. I'm also happy to report that not only did I decline to attend with him today I didn't even know he had an appointment until he was leaving.
He has one more month of seclusion…which, let's be honest, is not really happening anyway…but today they admitted that really he just needs to "be careful" - avoid sick people or gross places as a precaution. Yeh, twist my arm to make me avoid gross places. Really? They have to tell people this?
After another month his blood work goes down to once a week, clinic visits become more spread out, he can go out, and he will be off exercise restrictions, blah blah blah.
Under the not to ashamed to admit it and keeping it real files…Jack informed me of some head ache and dizziness this morning. After I fully cross examined him - did you finish your homework, do you have a test, you know this means you can't go to wrestling, right - I concluded that I really wasn't sure he was sick but what the heck he's a good kid and everyone deserves a break so a sick day it is. Plus he thinks only losers skip a sports practice so I figured maybe just maybe he didn't feel good. He returned to bed and I went about my morning routine and started to work.
I forgot he was home.
I forgot my child was home sick.
I went to check on him at 1:00 p.m. when I remembered he was home and realized he had been sleeping for 6 hours.
I forgot my child was home sick from 7 a.m. to 1 p.m. people.
And now he is burning up.
So if child services comes knocking I'm going to ask them to bring along some hazmat gear and an isolation bubble.
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