Small World

It's such a small world. I love it when things like this happen. Owen has strep throat again (that's not the cool part). He had all his "signature symptoms" and so I took him in. When the doctor was ready to write the prescription I explained that Owen does better with pills rather than liquids or chewies (for some reason they make him gag and then he throws up. Poor buddy!).

Anyway, the doctor prescribed amoxicillin caplets and explained the dosage which I was pretty familiar with. The only thing is, I did not agree with the prescription this time. It seemed way way too high. I explained that and then when it was all said and done decided to just trust the doctor because I am not a doctor myself. But when I got home, I still called my mom, left a message with Patty, and researched on the internet. It just wasn't settling with me. The internet was telling me this doctor's dosage was way way way too high, like double that of an adult.

Here's the cool part.

I decided to call the clinic where my kids went to before all this moving started. I loved that doctor and her nurse, I trust them completely and miss them TERRIBLY. But I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, since my kids haven't been patients there for two years, well, one year and 3 months. But I still called.

I explained my dilemma to the receptionist and even asked her if it was appropriate for me to call since we aren't patients anymore, but she said she'd try and see if anyone was available. I was put on hold, and then someone picked up the line. I asked if she was a nurse. She said she was a registered nurse. I explained that my name is (first name last name) and my son Owen was a patient there until we moved.

She interrupted me and asked if I was the same (first name last name) that taught at (name of school). I said, 'Yessss...." And she said, "I'm (name of daughter)'s mom! You had my daughter in second grade, as a matter of fact in the very same year you had Owen!!" I completely remembered her!

It was so cool! What a small world! It was so nice to talk to her. I had her daughter when she was in second grade. Now she is in TENTH grade! Oh man that makes me feel old. Not really.

But anyway, what a cool deal. And, I found out that even though this whole prescription thing was not how our former doctor would have done it, it still won't hurt Owen. Whew!

The really best part is that by this time tomorrow, my Owen will be feeling a gazillion times better.