About a week ago, Tommy came down with a high fever that lasted for a couple of days. I was a little concerned and briefly considered taking him to urgent care but by the third day, his fever had broken and he felt fine.
Then two days later, it came back again.
I called the doctor to talk about what had happened and he said that it might be a second, separate viral event but to call him if it lasted more than three days and by the next day, Tommy was again back to normal so I shrugged it off and went about my business.
Then this weekend it came back.
Monday I called for an appointment with our favorite nurse practitioner who has been seeing the boys since they were eleven months old. She poked and prodded, charted fevers and we talked all around what we thought it could be and in the end she decided that to be on the safe side, we’d better get blood work and chest x-rays.
I took him to the hospital for his lab work and let me tell you, there’s nothing more pitiful than seeing a big ol’ kid reduced to tears over a needle. He handled it as bravely as he could and got an extra sticker for his efforts and then we went home to wait for the results.
I got the call last night from our nurse that his lab work had come back with some unexpected results. We thought we’d see something on the chest x-ray that would indicate pneumonia (which was our best guess as to what was going on since he had a cough) but it was clear. The blood work, however, was messed up. There were a lot of technical terms she used that I don’t recall but the gist of the story was that his body was having some sort of inflammatory response to something going on. It was not an infection per se because his white count wasn’t elevated and while she couldn’t definitely say what it was, she was fairly confident that we were looking at some sort of tick disease.
On my kid.
There’s the heebie.
And there’s the jeebie.
I tried to explain to her that we are neither campy nor outdoorsy people but she said that tick disease is very prevalent in North Carolina which instantly made me want to move my housing search area to the Mojave Desert.
I was instructed to start him on a course of doxycycline and to do a more thorough check of him to look for evidence of either of live tick or of a bite. And when she said “thorough” she meant EVERY nook and cranny.
Which isn’t a whole lot of fun for a pre-teen boy and where was his daddy to do that part?
Let’s all say it together, “Out of town.”
He misses all the fun.
I didn’t see any evidence of a bug, rash, bite, or bump though I did find a few spots that had been missing a washcloth.
Between the toes, please, between the toes.
We’ll get started on the medicine today and hopefully he’ll be on the road to recovery soon.
The nice, paved road inside the hermetically sealed bubble so that no bugs can get in.
Have a nice day.