I'm happy we had that very nice evening out because things went downhill pretty quickly from there. I started with a sore throat and a cough on Wednesday. It was like one minute I was fine and the next I was the person people wanted to take three steps back from. Also, that evening my daughter asked me to look at a little rash sort of thing on her back. It was itchy and stinging slightly, but I thought it might be just an allergic reaction to something and it didn't look too worrisome.
Long story short (ish)...it leapt to miserable pretty quickly, and as much as we did not want to set foot in a walk in clinic we decided we had no choice. We had more or less self-diagnosed the rash as shingles and we knew if that were the case she'd need the meds within a few days to get the best outcome down the road. Thursday evening we trekked to a clinic outside the city (the one near her office said she could come in on Sunday! Four days away!). On the way to the clinic I kind of made up my mind to go ahead and have the doc look at my throat because holy moly it was excruciating.
They gave me a flu test because they said they were giving them to anyone who came in with respiratory symptoms.
The flu test is not pleasant.
I think they scrape the edge of your brain with that q-tip.
My strep test was negative, but because I looked and sounded so awful they sent it off and he went ahead and gave me the z-pack. If it was indeed strep I'd already have it treated.
Doc diagnosed daughter1 in about 10 seconds with shingles. Haven't you always heard shingles was something for the over 65 crowd? Seems everyone she told knew of someone her age or even younger who'd had shingles.
Shingles are pain.ful.
She was given a 'controlled substance' for the pain and all I could think of was Gregory House and his addiction-ha. Daughter1 is used to my paranoia, but sometimes I wonder if these doctors actually register how tee-ninsy she is when they set the dosage. She might be almost a quarter of a century in years, but she's no bigger than a minute in weight, and sometimes I wonder if they notice.
Daughter1 had already arranged to leave work at noon on Friday and we'd planned to meet my sister in law in the city for lunch and then do a little walking around. Change of plans. She took a whole pain pill before work and then called me in tears around 11 saying she was green. Daughter1 came home from work and went to bed and sister in law came to the house, which I gotta say at this point was feeling a little bit like a leper colony. I was well on my way to completely losing my voice and I'm sure my sister in law whipped out the Purell the minute she got back on the train.
The week away did not go as we had anticipated and looked forward to. We didn't do the shopping we'd planned unless you count hitting CVS no less than five times in four days as 'shopping'.
We didn't eat out at all the fun places she wanted me to try. Instead, we stayed in our yoga pants and ordered food in. We drank gallons of tea, watched SVU marathons and napped on the couch.
We didn't do any 'sight seeing' although the Urgent Care north of the city is lovely.
We did talk, and I'm pretty sure we solved some of the world's most pressing problems. We managed to laugh a lot. Daughter1 said over and over how happy she was to have me there. She admits she's not the best one for getting herself to the doctor, plus shingles are a little bit scary. I did all her laundry and before I left I cleaned the bathrooms, changed her sheets, and Lysoled the place down for which she was grateful.
She was feeling a little less crazy from the pain on Sunday so she worked her tech magic and got my blog transferred over to my domain name before I left. Since you're here reading it must have worked. Hubs said I should stay if I felt like she needed that, but it was time for me to go. I was annoying even myself and I knew she was feeling well enough to cope on her own. She has sweet roommates, one of whom is a P.A., and I know they'll keep an eye on her.
Now I know there are some people who might look at this week and say it was a big giant FAIL. Daughter1 and I would have to disagree.
Was it what we imagined it would be? Definitely not, but mothers and daughters can bond over lots of things, including finding the humor in shingles and cough syrup.
When daughter1 was little and we'd visit her grandma, she would get very emotional when it was time to leave. My mom would always go back in the house and get her a cup of water, and this became required procedure for many many years.
Sunday was a gorgeous day in DC, and as I got ready to leave we were both feeling a little teary. Daughter1 came out of the house with something to give me-
...and for a minute, she was not the grown up girl with a job in the city, who rides a train to work, and pays her own bills, and manages her own life.
She was the golden haired toddler who sprinkled our lives with sunshine and whose heart has been inextricably linked with mine since a long ago day in June.
Definitely not a fail.