Poor Peanut is sick with an awful cough. Took her the pediatrician yesterday and sat in the “sick” waiting room. The room is separated by the well room by nothing, no wall, no window just some space. It would be funny if it wasn’t scary. I wore my mask to try to alleviate germs from the little ones around us that were coughing into the air, wiping snot in their sleeves and walking around touching my stuff.

The nurse gave me some antibacterial spray (cool) for my hands as we waited. When we got in to see the doctor he examined Peanut and listened carefully to her lungs. I swore I heard wheezing but he didn’t. I guess that’s why he’s the doctor.

We got a prescription for cough medicine and when I explained about having to go out of town on Friday he gave me an RX for an antibiotic. He said to use it if she didn’t get better in three days. I gave it to her tonight as she’s running a fever now.

I have to share some of the things that Peanut said to the doctor. As sick as she was she still had us rolling. She told him that she liked the allergist because he was “doctorish”. Then when Dr said to drink plenty of fluids she asked if dipping cookies in milk counted as drinking fluids. He got some good laughs out of her and told me that he’s seen a big improvement in her anxiety.

Praise God for that! Now to get her feeling better.