(Photo taken from Monument Road by David Thomson and stolen from these guys)
Smedley got sick Monday and missed four days of school this past week; Chas took her to the pediatrician Tuesday because we were afraid she had a recurrence of Striders, which nearly caused a trip to the hospital when she was a toddler. All I can tell you about Striders is that it causes breathing to be horribly ragged and wet and the child sucks so hard to get air that the hollow depression at the base of the throat collapses with each inhalation. The doctor has to test the amount of oxygen getting into the child's blood, and if levels are too low the child must be admitted to the hospital. On that occasion Smedley barely passed the oxygen level test, but she did pass, and steroids quickly opened up her breathing.
This time the problem turned out to be croup, which was odd to me because I associate croup with a horrible cough, and Smedley wasn't coughing more than once or twice an hour. But again a steroid cleared things right up, so there go Smedley's Olympic dreams.
Sparky's cough, meanwhile, sounds like something a walrus might make. It's been a fun week with not much sleep. I can now put a notch in my parental belt for croup.
It's terribly frightening when your child isn't getting enough air, and having an 18-mile drive to the pediatrician can make for some hard choices. But when I'm complaining about these things I remember this short little story of my grandmother's and I give myself a big dope slap. From over 100 years ago, here's a tale to make parents shiver.
Now Dad couldn't swim and the river was up somewhat, so I appreciate the bravery it took to ride Lad across the river. This he did successfully, and found the doctor able to come up to our place. However, he would not cross the river where Dad did, but went on down to the nearest bridge at Fernbridge.
After looking me over, the doctor told my folks I would be all right in a short time, and told them what to do in case of another attack. Wonder what such a house call would cost today.
Wasn't my father a brave man?