It was the first time I had called the 111 number. My wife and I had started to become increasingly worried about our adoptive son, and his rising temperature. Perhaps more importantly, he wasn’t quite himself.
It was a bit of a strange situation to be in, but a week of bad nights sleeping, and fluctuating temperatures culminated in my wife treating the boy to his usual Sunday Mummy day, only to return showing signs of concern.
“He wasn’t his normal self today”
“He was easy to handle”
This was a concern.
We discussed our options as we paid close attention to him, and struggled to know how to proceed.
His back was like a radiator, and his head was rendering any moisture in the room as steam, but he was unusually flicking between normal states of play to moments of lethargy.
The thought of parental responsibility ever present in our minds, we decided that we ought to do something, and in the previous ten minutes, his body temperature had increased, so we phoned the 111 service.
They were pretty helpful, but passed us on to a local GP. He was less convinced on our son’s illness, but offered for us to see him at the out of hours service. I agreed the time, and started get things ready.
We arrived at the hospital, and the wee man found a new lease of life; running up and down the corridors, seemingly fit as a fiddle.
The doctor we saw, however, examined him and quickly concluded he had a mild case of tonsillitis.
We were relieved to be honest, that firstly there was something the matter and we were not over reacting, and secondly that it wasn’t anything serious, uncomfortable yes, but not the big ‘M’ word.
The receptionist pointed us in the direction of a pharmacy that was open, and we proceeded to collect the wee man’s medicine…
…and so began four days of pain
These are the lessons I learned:
- When administering amoxicillin – lay down a plastic sheet to capture the medicine that will inevitably be spat out;
- Wear clothes that you don’t mind getting ruined;
- Don’t give the medicine to your child in his high chair otherwise he will associate food with the medicinal experience. (Vicki at the boy’s behaviour helped with that one);
- Banana amoxicillin doesn’t taste like banana;
- Children seemingly develop a sense of smell to rival that of a bloodhound if you try to apply the medicine to their food;
- Toddlers don’t respond to threats of suppositories;
- If a child doesn’t want to swallow medicine, they will find a way not to;
- Children recover from tonsillitis without the use of medicine.
So there you have it. My adoptive son was not a big fan of taking medicine, but he recovered all the same. Shame he doesn’t like the idea of suppositories though… we will probably have to use them next time.
Do you have difficulty with children and medicine? How did you manage? I would love to hear from you, so please leave a comment.
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