This is the Rockstar. After finishing with the toys within easy reach, he’s trying to get at the toys stored behind them. Except this is the sick room of Dr Leo Chan / Dr Wong Yee Ling’s clinic. (They have 2 rooms, one for sick kids, the other a “Well Baby Clinic”.)
I got called from a first-time-meeting-someone lunch at Thai Basil because Rockstar was “lying in the sick room”.
My son willing to lie down somewhere is a lot more alarming to me than hearing he had a tummy ache. (He’s been having tummy aches that come and go for a week, most of them lasting maybe 15 – 20 minutes, I thought it was the side effect of an innoculation jab he got at his 3 year checkup.) He developed a low grade fever which was probably why the school called.
So I arrive at ESF to find my son obediently under a blanket, watched by the school nurse, and as he gets ready to go, I catch him covering his mouth to cough.
Wait.
He doesn’t covers his mouth to cough at home – is that my child?
“So mummy was really worried when she hear you were lying down. You don’t normally lie down unless you’re really very sick.”
“He did say he wasn’t tired,” his school nurse is saying.
So there’s Rockstar messing about in toys and getting into a disagreement with another little boy about a pedal bike at the Pediatrician’s. Turns out he has a tummy bug – mild enough not to medicate, and only contagious if he starts throwing up (touch wood he’s not).
Kings arrives. “You were lying down?“
Turns out Rockstar just really likes the school nurse. He keeps asking me her name after we leave.
I catch myself wondering if she could slip in something about the virtues of teeth brushing no matter how “tired” one is. (Kidding)
As one of my Taiwanese RMs used to say, “Ai-Lynn-ah. Assident no-buh-dy hurt is best of unlucky-ah.” N-ot quite the same thing, but close. We’ll take it. They can call us any time for false alarms.
