Upset tummy and Earaches
I heard the toilet being flushed then the call, “Koche, get dressed, let’s go see the doctor.” The night had been terrible, and upset stomach and a severe earache combined with high temperature. “Call the hospital and find out if the doctor is coming in today.”
“Sure, the doctor is coming, why would she not come in today.”
But I call anyway,” The doctor is on leave today, but you can see one of the other doctor’s on duty today.”
Great!! We have seen three different doctors in as many days.
“Doesn’t matter, we need to see the ENT specialist.”
I hear him call the office and tell them to inform Jal the driver to get the car ready to go to the hospital and in a few minutes we are near in the car park and Jal is nowhere to be found. We wait and I can see Jo lose patience slowly and get angrier each minute he has to wait.
“I will go and get him”, I offer.
“No.”
We wait some more. Then I say, ” I will go and see what is keeping him.”
He says nothing. He is in real pain.
I run toward the office and keep looking back at Jo to make sure he is still holding up. I am at the door of the office and Jal opens the door and comes out saying, ” Sorry Chechi, there was a Sri Lankan customer very angry at something.”
There wasn’t much of traffic and we are in the hospital in a few minutes. The receptionist is friend and she sees the file and says three different doctors and smiles, ” The procedure is for you to see a GP and then be referred to a ENT doctor, but we will take you straight to the ENT.”
There is big huge queue for the ENT and we wait and wait, I finish an entire magazine and then sit somemore before we are called in.
Jo narrates his disease history and he really takes a long time doing it, inspite of all my attempts to cut in and shorten it. Then its over and the doctor can finally examine him. He pokes and pulls, uses the tuning fork.
Then goes, ” There is no infection in your ears. They are perfect. I can find no reason for the earache. I am sending you to the physician for an overall checkup. It may be related to your nerves.”
Then we are at the physicians. He gets the entire story and tummy upset and earache, sleepless nights etc etc. Then he does his share of checking and he says, ” I am changing the medicines prescribed, you had been prescribed medicine for throat infection no Gastro infection. No medicines to stop the bowel movements, but let us cure the infection and it will automatically stop. Your ear, it cannot be the nerves because it wouldn’t have stopped by taking a paracetamol if nerves were causing it. It has to be something else but I cannot find it.”
At the pharmacy they offer to take back the previous antibiotic and replace it with the new ones and we tell them we will Jal with the old medicine. Back at home, I cook and clean and wipe and he lies on the bed uncomfortable. All the time I am thinking of how I have never been in a hospital all my life, have never had a real illness but I have this feeling that I will one day suddenly drop dead before all the others.
One O’clock time to pick up Thom when his school bus drops him off. So off I go and get him, He had been upset in the morning about going to school but now is cheerful. Back at home lunch over, he sits in front of the TV watching Cartoons. Jo has a light lunch and goes to sleep.
Santosh comes for a visit and I tell him I want a DVD writer to be installed and he makes arrangements for it. He is going to Kerala for the Id holidays- 10 days. So I tell him amma asked for a tin of Nido milk powder.
Soon it is time for Thom’s bed time routine he is given dinner and put in bath tub for bath and the guests start coming to see Jo. They all stay late and Thom is up way past him bed time and I am angry. I know I will have a very cranky child in the morning tomorrow.
“Sure, the doctor is coming, why would she not come in today.”
But I call anyway,” The doctor is on leave today, but you can see one of the other doctor’s on duty today.”
Great!! We have seen three different doctors in as many days.
“Doesn’t matter, we need to see the ENT specialist.”
I hear him call the office and tell them to inform Jal the driver to get the car ready to go to the hospital and in a few minutes we are near in the car park and Jal is nowhere to be found. We wait and I can see Jo lose patience slowly and get angrier each minute he has to wait.
“I will go and get him”, I offer.
“No.”
We wait some more. Then I say, ” I will go and see what is keeping him.”
He says nothing. He is in real pain.
I run toward the office and keep looking back at Jo to make sure he is still holding up. I am at the door of the office and Jal opens the door and comes out saying, ” Sorry Chechi, there was a Sri Lankan customer very angry at something.”
There wasn’t much of traffic and we are in the hospital in a few minutes. The receptionist is friend and she sees the file and says three different doctors and smiles, ” The procedure is for you to see a GP and then be referred to a ENT doctor, but we will take you straight to the ENT.”
There is big huge queue for the ENT and we wait and wait, I finish an entire magazine and then sit somemore before we are called in.
Jo narrates his disease history and he really takes a long time doing it, inspite of all my attempts to cut in and shorten it. Then its over and the doctor can finally examine him. He pokes and pulls, uses the tuning fork.
Then goes, ” There is no infection in your ears. They are perfect. I can find no reason for the earache. I am sending you to the physician for an overall checkup. It may be related to your nerves.”
Then we are at the physicians. He gets the entire story and tummy upset and earache, sleepless nights etc etc. Then he does his share of checking and he says, ” I am changing the medicines prescribed, you had been prescribed medicine for throat infection no Gastro infection. No medicines to stop the bowel movements, but let us cure the infection and it will automatically stop. Your ear, it cannot be the nerves because it wouldn’t have stopped by taking a paracetamol if nerves were causing it. It has to be something else but I cannot find it.”
At the pharmacy they offer to take back the previous antibiotic and replace it with the new ones and we tell them we will Jal with the old medicine. Back at home, I cook and clean and wipe and he lies on the bed uncomfortable. All the time I am thinking of how I have never been in a hospital all my life, have never had a real illness but I have this feeling that I will one day suddenly drop dead before all the others.
One O’clock time to pick up Thom when his school bus drops him off. So off I go and get him, He had been upset in the morning about going to school but now is cheerful. Back at home lunch over, he sits in front of the TV watching Cartoons. Jo has a light lunch and goes to sleep.
Santosh comes for a visit and I tell him I want a DVD writer to be installed and he makes arrangements for it. He is going to Kerala for the Id holidays- 10 days. So I tell him amma asked for a tin of Nido milk powder.
Soon it is time for Thom’s bed time routine he is given dinner and put in bath tub for bath and the guests start coming to see Jo. They all stay late and Thom is up way past him bed time and I am angry. I know I will have a very cranky child in the morning tomorrow.
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