In the past when Milo was sick he wasn't just a little sick he was dramatic about the whole thing. He didn't get a cold, he got pneumonia. He didn't get a little infection he got a blood infection. He didn't get a little scar tissue, he got enough to almost close off his airway. He didn't get strep throat, he got antibiotic resistant bacteria growing in his trachea. He doesn't have seasonal allergies, he has major food allergies. The nurses (and probably a few doctors) in the PICU called him the Drama King and were on the hunt for his crown.
This week Milo got his first normal, run-of-the-mill childhood illness--a double ear infection. The doctor asked if he was allergic to amoxacillin. I told her he had never had the "little" antibiotics before, he always went for the ones reserved to fight big nasty infections that could be life threatening and usually got them in combinations of 3 at the same time. She laughed and said to watch for hives and call if he got them. Well, so far so good. No rash, much lower temperature (although not normal yet) and back to his old self. He felt so bad yesterday he fell asleep on the floor of the exam room at the doctor's office, poor guy.
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