The second time in the life of a child I call a child ambulance. The difference between the episodes is exactly 5 years. But the tactics and behavior of people in white coats are on the thumbnail. It is good that I am now in my right mind and in bright memory. Heard horror stories did not scare me as before.
The episode with the bell
The child fell ill, one might say, suddenly. Two days of coughing and a slight runny nose, and by the evening of the third – a temperature of 39. Given that it was getting warmer, it was raining and slush outside, I decided that it was a virus. But what is the child from my decision?
Every Saturday every four hours we drank antipyretic, as the temperature reached 40. As soon as she began to rise, attacks of terrible cough attacked. Therefore, on Sunday I decided to call an ambulance, you never know what.
Already during the call, I was slightly surprised at the intonations at the other end of the line. When they learned there that the child had a fever for a day, I was first accused of being irresponsible, they even told some obscure accusations, and then they accepted the challenge.
By the way, this is not my second call to the ambulance, but the third. The second ended with treatment by phone. I then called in the middle of the night about the poisoning of the child. Her temperature, too, was rather big. No one came, only gave a few tips on treatment.
And now I just went skating. It’s good that now I was sure that I was doing everything right, and these accusations only surprised me. And 5 years ago, when I was a crazy mom with a 3-month-old baby, these same words (almost a letter per letter!) Plunged me into despair.
The doctor, right from the doorway, began to chirp, almost never ceasing. I started by asking how long it was and, almost without listening, switched to the unusual layout of the apartment (we have access to the bathroom through the kitchen). Just saw the child, immediately stated a terrible cough.
Before she even had time to touch the back of the stethoscope, she immediately began to cry – rales terrible, not at all children’s bronchitis, a very dangerous condition. Sela write out the direction to the hospital. Like, it’s up to you to decide whether to go or not, but I highly recommend it, this condition quickly turns into pneumonia.
Then she began to write medicine for treatment. On my own piece of paper, without even signing at the end. It’s kind of like that, you’re all for yourself. Has appointed an antibiotic, and without the concomitant use of a probiotic. And then she switched to the crisis, expensive medicines and this crazy country.
At first I could not keep up with her switching from topic to topic. Now we have terrible bronchitis, now the child looks like a father, then the medicines are insanely expensive and our Khrushchev time has long been demolished. When the door closed behind her, the question unwittingly arose: what was it?
And it was the same as 5 years ago. Then I, distraught mother, was also frightened with bronchitis and was discharged to hospital. The next day, our local doctor came and said that the lungs and bronchi of the child are clean. The same thing happened today.
The airways were clear, we were prescribed only cough and nose medicine. At that time I honestly fed the child with antibiotics, but this time I refused. That time I was tormented all night, reproached myself, bit my lips and decided whether to go to the hospital or not?
Retained only the story of one friend, heard the day before. They also went to the hospital with suspicion of bronchitis. Bronchitis was not found, but the child was awarded staphylococcus, which was treated for several years.
A year ago, talked with another friend. After her walk, her son in the kindergarten did not admit that he had wet his feet and had caught a cold in the evening. And somehow immediately everything very quickly turned into bronchitis! – the acquaintance was surprised then.
Therefore, no matter how scared I was to look at my child with a high fever, I was sure that there was no bronchitis there, and she sent me to the hospital where she went.
By the way, making an entry in the diary of diseases, I looked at the record of that time. It turns out that then we, too, suffered for two days with high fever. That is, it is quite a typical course of the disease.
And somehow the question unwittingly arose: are they there that they pay extra for each client in a hospital bed? Nothing that is children?