…and a $25 copay.
As I mentioned yesterday, Harrison is sick and for the first time, I made a call into the pediatrician. With a low fever and thick yellow mucus, I wanted to be sure there was no underlying infection. After laying low yesterday morning with Lady & the Tramp, Harrison and I strapped into the car and went to see the doctor.
Harrison cried and screamed and refused to be weighed, clawing at me until I said, “Baby, there’s no way you can get closer to me unless you climb back into my uterus.” The nurse laughed but I was being serious…the kid was practically eating through my tshirt. The doctor came in and Harrison sat on my lap while he checked ears and throat and nose.
What was wrong with my kid?
Turns out, nothing to write home about. Some bad allergies and possibly a little virus, but the doctor said it was too early to call sinus infection. We went home with instructions to double allergy meds for a few days and get lots of rest.
I’m glad that Harrison doesn’t need medicine and that there’s nothing serious, but it was painful to to hand over that $25 in exchange for being told to buy more allergy medicine. But I guess the only way to avoid that is to become a doctor myself and I think the $25 is still cheaper than an MD degree.
When you go to the doctor and it’s nothing, do you roll your eyes at the copay?