Told you so

G has been coughing and sneezing for almost a week.  Instead of getting better, he seemed to be getting worse.  E told him to wait ten days and if he wasn't better, then he should see his doctor.  Normally I would say that was reasonable advice, but E wasn't the one who had to listen to him cough and sneeze . . . pretty much constantly.  E also wasn't the one who was waiting until 4:30 a.m. to go to bed in order to avoid sharing a bed with a person who coughs and sneezes almost constantly.

So last night, when I finally went to bed as the skies were growing lighter and the birds were singing, and G was awake because he was coughing up a lung, I told him that he needed to call the doctor TODAY and see if he could get an appointment ASAP.  I also told him that if the doctor couldn't see him, then he needed to go to the Convenient Care.  Admittedly, I was thinking of my own health (and sleeplessness), but I was also concerned for G -- what if he had pneumonia or whopping cough?  Neither one of those illnesses would go away on their own without treatment.

Surprisingly, G agreed to call the doctor and fortunately he was able to get an appointment.  And surprise, surprise , G has walking pneumonia.

Is this where I'm supposed to bite my tongue to avoid saying "I told you so"? 

The doctor wrote a prescription for an antibiotic and cough syrup with codeine.  He said that G should feel better by the weekend, and knowing that G is a runner, he told him no running until he finishes the full Z-Pak.  Of course G had gone for his regular Wednesday morning 6-mile run before he saw the doctor.  : //     

Leave it to G to put a humorous spin on the situation -- he e-mailed our kids and told them he has "running pnuemonia."