My little son Noam has progressively been getting sicker the past few days so today I took him to the doctors.
The doctor poked and prodded him while Noam screamed his lungs out and did an admirable job of fending him off. The doctor discovered that his throat was all red, as were his ears and he had a temperature. A viral infection he concluded.
Of course, he was unable to offer any relief aside from telling me to continue administering Panadol every 4 hours or so, as needed. Great.
Before I left he must've heard something more concerning in Noam's breathing because he paused and listened intently before saying (more to himself than me) 'no, I'm sure it's just a virus. But google "stridor" when you get home so you know what to look out for.' Um, ok.
Out at reception I was charged $70 for the privilege of hearing nothing that could be done for my miserable son AND I had to do the doctor's work for him.
Good deed for the day - educating myself (via google) about "stridors" because the doctor was too overworked to explain it.
A stridor (FYI) is a breathing abnormality that can be nothing serious or a sign of croup or an inflammation of the airways that can result in death. Excellent. So now I'm hovering constantly over Noam listening intently for any hint of obstructed breathing. Hmmm.
I have a suggestion for the medical profession - no win, no fee. If you can't solve my problem with medication or some helpful advice, I should not have to pay you. Or maybe just half price. Or something?!
Anyhoo, better go and listen to Noam breathe :-)
Until tomorrow do-gooders xx
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I think your good deed was not punching the docs lights out :-)
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