Cael and Graham have been bringing back the '80s the last few days. No, they're not sporting stone-washed denim or growing a mullet, but they have been pulling a "SIKE!" on me all day. Do you remember this phrase? In the '80s, and only if you were really, REALLY cool, you would tell someone something that wasn't true and then yell "sike!" in the same manner you'd say, "not!".
As cool and my boys are, they aren't actually saying this to me-- they're doing one better and bringing the phrase to life by causing me to believe one thing before revealing that its not true.
As I mentioned yesterday, our home is being plagued by the beginning-of-fall cold that has fallen upon most everyone in town. But while I've got the scratchy throat, Cael and Graham have the cough. And man, oh man, is it bad.
Something you need to know in order to understand this story is that my children practically live at the doctor. During cold and flu season we rotate between infected organs like a group of mall chicks trying on each others' Esprit and Guess clothing. When I walk into the clinic, I am always met with a look of, "What is it this time?" or "Back so soon?". I mutter under my breath that I would certainly rather be somewhere else and flash them a look that says, "Gag me with a spoon, lady."
Over the summer, thankfully, we generally manage to stay healthy. In fact, we haven't been to the doctor since April, so this visit was like a mini-reunion of sorts, and everyone commented on how much bigger the boys have gotten since our last visit. But as soon as we walked in the door, Cael and Graham pulled their "sike" on me. I was expecting a steroid for the croup and would not have been surprised to find that one or both of them was cooking up an ear infection or tonsilitis. But they immediately put on their happiest faces and giggled together as we waited for the doctor.
"They sure look healthy, don't they?"
"Yes, but they've both got a really croupy cough and haven't been sleeping well," I commented.
"We can give them a steroid for the croup, but I think what you are dealing with is a plain old cold."
The boys smiled up at him as if begging for candy, and he tousled their hair as he walked out. What is it about kids that makes all illness symptoms disappear upon entering the doctor's office? For a brief moment, I considered the possibility that they might actually have gotten over the cough in the few moments we were waiting, but I quickly dismissed that hypothesis when we got into the car and both started a coughing jag and Graham moaned "Maaamaa....!"
We are now two days into their steroid and I am left to wonder which is the lesser of two evils... the croup or the steroid? My healthier boys are jittery and anxious with 3 remaining days of medicine in the bottle. It's not a pretty scene.
Well, not as pretty as Cael with a sideways ponytail. Like, for sure.
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