Now Riley is sick. He started with a little cough a couple of days ago. Then it progressed to a runny nose.
I sent him to school yesterday. He was feeling OK and he didn't have any fever. At lunchtime yesterday "Teacher" showed up on my cell phone. I assumed she was calling about his sugar.
When I answered the phone she said, "Riley is fine as far as his insulin is concerned, but he feels really bad. He's coughing and his nose is really red."
I told her I'd send my mom to pick him up. Mom called and said his temp was 99.5. That's not great but it's not horrible either. A couple of hours later she called and said his eyes were draining and getting red.
I called and made a doctor's appointment for late yesterday afternoon.
The verdict: ear and eye infection and a nasty cold. They tested him for the flu which, thankfully, he does not have. Riley had the flu shot but the doctor said that he is seeing a lot of kids now that got the flu shot and have the flu. He said it's a different strain than what the flu shot covers.
Now I'm terrified that Riley is going to get the flu. It's always been one of my biggest fears since he was diagnosed. Kids with diabetes and the flu don't mix very well.
The doctor didn't really think that he had the flu since he wasn't running much of a temperature. But, because of his diabetes, he tested him anyway. I'm glad. I'd rather be safe than sorry.
Testing for the flu involoves sticking a long Q-tip way up both nostrils. It's not a pleasant experience.
The nurse was very kind and gentle, but I could see the pain on Riley's face as she jammed the giant Q-tip up his nose.
As soon as she finished she said, "It will take about 10 minutes to get the results." And then she was gone.
I turned and looked at Riley. Tears were brimming over from his eyes and spilling onto his cheeks. I gathered him up into my arms and the two of us cried together.
It's wierd. I've done a lot of crying over his diabetes. But, Riley has never seen me cry. Even in the hospital during the worst times like when they started his IV I held it together until I could be out of his sight to have my cry.
But, yesterday, I sat holding him and rocking him back and forth as he cried on my shoulder and all I could think was, "Isn't diabetes enough? Aren't the needle sticks enough? Does he have to go through this too?"
I know it was only a Q-tip. I know we are blessed that he has access to sugar machines, the pump, and insulin. I know I'm blessed to have him at all.
But, sitting there yesterday waiting for his test results I was once again reminded how unfair life is sometimes. And when that unfairness affects your child it is almost unbearable.