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Sebastian Update #2
We took him to the doctor this morning, and she had us take him for chest and sinus x-rays and a blood test. God, I can't tell you how hard the blood test was - he asked for me to hold him while they took the blood, and as soon as he saw the needle he screamed and tried to pull away.
Then we went home to wait for the results from the doctor. I gave him Motrin, Teri grabbed some sleep, and Sebastian and I spent the next several hours together. It was soon obvious that the Motrin was helping a lot. His fever disappeared, he cheered up and said he felt "much better". I made him some chicken soup and dry toast, and he ate them all. He drank plenty of water, too, which is always good. And he didn't throw up at all.
But when that dose of Motrin wore off this afternoon, things got bad very quickly. He started sobbing hysterically and telling us that his back hurt a lot. We gave him Motrin again; it had been four hours and 15 minutes since the last dose, so that was okay.
From his behavior I could tell that this was something to take seriously, so I called his doctor. She told me that his white blood cell count was elevated - not dangerously so, but it was clear that he was dealing with something more serious than a viral infection. Unfortunately they hadn't heard back from the radiologist, although they'd called them several times. The doctor told me she was going to call them right away, and call me right back.
Ten minutes later she called. The chest x-rays showed that he had pneumonia in a lobe of his left lung, which explained his back pain - that was on the left side, too. She wanted me to take him to the emergency room for an IV and antibiotic.
I cringed at the thought, particularly since the Motrin had started working and he had calmed down a lot. So I told her that, told her he'd been taking plenty of fluids, had urinated frequently, and had no fever (all true, of course). "You just talked me out of sending him to the emergency room", she said, sounding relieved. Instead, she's calling in a prescription for an antibiotic to our drugstore. I'll be able to pick it up in about forty minutes, and we'll give it to him immediately. We're to monitor him carefully, make sure he drinks and pees a lot, and call them at any time of the night if his condition changes. We'll also call in at 7:30 AM tomorrow morning.
Then we went home to wait for the results from the doctor. I gave him Motrin, Teri grabbed some sleep, and Sebastian and I spent the next several hours together. It was soon obvious that the Motrin was helping a lot. His fever disappeared, he cheered up and said he felt "much better". I made him some chicken soup and dry toast, and he ate them all. He drank plenty of water, too, which is always good. And he didn't throw up at all.
But when that dose of Motrin wore off this afternoon, things got bad very quickly. He started sobbing hysterically and telling us that his back hurt a lot. We gave him Motrin again; it had been four hours and 15 minutes since the last dose, so that was okay.
From his behavior I could tell that this was something to take seriously, so I called his doctor. She told me that his white blood cell count was elevated - not dangerously so, but it was clear that he was dealing with something more serious than a viral infection. Unfortunately they hadn't heard back from the radiologist, although they'd called them several times. The doctor told me she was going to call them right away, and call me right back.
Ten minutes later she called. The chest x-rays showed that he had pneumonia in a lobe of his left lung, which explained his back pain - that was on the left side, too. She wanted me to take him to the emergency room for an IV and antibiotic.
I cringed at the thought, particularly since the Motrin had started working and he had calmed down a lot. So I told her that, told her he'd been taking plenty of fluids, had urinated frequently, and had no fever (all true, of course). "You just talked me out of sending him to the emergency room", she said, sounding relieved. Instead, she's calling in a prescription for an antibiotic to our drugstore. I'll be able to pick it up in about forty minutes, and we'll give it to him immediately. We're to monitor him carefully, make sure he drinks and pees a lot, and call them at any time of the night if his condition changes. We'll also call in at 7:30 AM tomorrow morning.