Sunday night. Fever.
Monday night. Fever.
Tuesday night. Fever and a few tiny red dots on the face.
Wednesday early morning. Fever until the administration of Motrin and a shower. Tiny red dots aren't so apparent but Animalia is rubbing her face.
Later Wednesday morning. Doctor's visit. Animalia has lost a whole pound since Monday. Ears? Fine. Chest? Fine. Attitude? Cheerful but wondering why everyone keeps touching her. Throat? Ahhhhh.... there's the problem. Typical early childhood virus. Should run its course all by itself.
Crisis? Averted through dumb luck and by nothing I did. I'm relieved. Nana, who took Animalia to the doctor to meet me since I was coming from work, is relieved. Animalia just wants to go home. I run back to work and call Daht.
Me: She's fine. It's a regular childhood virus called coxsackie virus.
Daht: WHAT?
Me: Coxsackie.
Daht: Cosackie?
Me: Cock. Sackie. Like cock. And sack. And eeeee.
We both start laughing.
Daht: Is there another name for it? Because I can't go to work and tell them that if anyone asks. I can't go to work saying my daughter has cock-sackie.
Me: I'll look it up and call you back.
I know we're going to be calling each other coxsackie for ages, until the first time Animalia says it at least.
And now I have a sore throat. Yay! Throat culture for me tomorrow morning. Did you know that little tiny kids don't get strep very often? That's what I was told when I asked how contageous coxsackie is and should I even be at work. It is unusual in children before the third birthday.
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