My son is STILL dealing with his cold. It's lowered down into his chest which means lots and lots of coughing. My brother knows what that is like with my nephew. God bless them, it's tough. But it gives me opportunity to talk about a new phenomenon. Speed doctoring.
I love our pediatrician. He's great. A man of Indian descent (accent indicates he probably is an immigrant actually) who is very competent and relays a feeling of calm. He encourages questions, which any good pediatrician would. Then he gives his answers...in light speed.
To say this man talks fast is like saying that Rosie ODonnell is curious. He zooms through diagnoses and suggested treatment. I'm sure I've never talked for more than 3 minutes with him. Friday we took our son in to check on this lingering cold. In less than one minute he checked him out, told us it was a cold that would run its course, suggested Robitussin CF, told us to pat him on the back with some effort to loosen things up, said he doesn't like to prescribe anitbiotics to infants, said if he's not better by Monday give him a call and he'll call him in a prescription.
And one minute might be stretching it. He could have worked in a monologue on the impending nuclear tensions with Iran and provided definitive proof that there was a second shooter on the grassy knoll.
There's usually not a long wait for our Doctor (in doctor hours that is.) Normal doctors in my experience can get you into an exam room and they'll see you within the hour. If you're lucky. The pediatrician is usually in the room within 10-15 minutes at the very latest and then you're walking out the door not 5 minutes later. So there are no long doctor visits for our son. Which any parent will tell you, ROCKS!
So the update on Aiden's cold is that he's still fighting it, and it's winning. But hopefully today will turn it all around.
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