It's Always Something. . .

Noah was sick over the weekend. Nothing major, he was lethargic with a low-grade fever that never went above 100 degrees. We though it might be a case of “too much camp.” These kids are so busy and doing so much that they come home exhausted. I tried taking Noah to the local Minute Clinic at CVS thinking that he might have a sinus or ear infection but that didn’t exactly work out as planned. I waited in the lobby for 45 minutes before being ushered into the exam room. The guy didn’t ask out names and after I spent 60 seoconds minutes explaining Noah’s symptoms he signaled “timeout” and asked me what my insurance was. I told him, and he promptly replied, “We don’t take that insurance. Didn’t you see the sign in the lobby?” Clearly not (asshole). Do you think I would have waited here with a sick kid for 45 minutes if I had seen it?

But I digress.

Noah was fine by Monday morning. A little tired, but we sent him to camp anyway with instructions that he was not to go swimming. Monday night we discovered a couple of things:

* A girl in his class was also sick. Lethargic with a low-grade fever.

* A kid in the camp for older kids was diagnosed with Swine Flu.

* And the mother of little boy in Noah’s class posted on Facebook that her son also had the flu and they suspected it was Swine Flu too. Also lethargic with a low-grade fever.

So now I am a little worried.

In the meantime, Noah woke Tuesday morning a little hoarse, half the preschool parents are now freaking out because of a potential Swine Flu outbreak, and Noah decided it would be a good idea to announce on the playground in front of ALL OF THE PRE-K TEACHERS that “he was sick but his mommy gave him Tylenol so he wouldn’t have a fever and so he could still go to camp.”

Fabulous. Now I have the entire Pre-K faculty at the JCC pissed at me because Noah is hoarse, may have the Swine Flu, and his selfish mother drugged him and sent him to school (where he can infect the teachers) so she could go to work and earn a living in order to help pay for his overpriced private preschool experience.

But there is a more important question that needs to be addressed. I realize that Noah is bigger than the other kids. That he looks older. And that his language skills are more developed than most of the other kids. But Noah is still 4 ½. Since when do we believe everything that comes out of a 4 ½ year olds mouth? This is the same kid who thinks that giants can use the earth as a basketball and that they like to dribble.

For the record, we hadn’t given Noah any medicine since Sunday. And a quick trip to the pediatrician’s office confirmed that he had a virus. Not the Swine Flu. As a result, Tuesday night was spent on damage control. Which consisted of me reassuring his teachers (via email/Facebook/and in person) that Noah was f-i-n-e and not contagious.

I need a vacation. And a drink with an umbrella in it wouldn’t hurt either.