Fire and sickness
Yesterday I woke to find that another fire had started in the Santa Cruz Mountains, maybe 15-20 miles from where Derek was supposed to be attending Outdoor Ed. Celeste was still miserable, but Derek seemed mostly better. I decided ît would be prudent to schedule a doctor's appointment for both of them, and was able to get them in at the San Carlos clinic around noon.
The San Carlos location was luxuriously spacious, with wide, windowed halls and high ceilings. It was also remarkably empty.
Dr. Patel, not their usual doctor, but a young, fit Indian American who wore woven bracelets on one wrist, was nice, and the kids seemed to like him. The nurse took throat cultures and ran rapid strep tests, the latter of which came back negative after a few minutes. Dr. Patel concluded that we're dealing eith some sort of mysterious virus, and advised that we just wait it out. However, we're still waiting on the culture. Since the rapid test was negative, and Derek seemed well, after much discussion between Gene and myself, as well as with Derek, about how he felt, and our feelings about the nearby fire and whether that would impact things (the camp had communicated to parents that everything was okay and the fire was actually pretty far away), we made the choice to allow him to leave for camp that day.
The Outdoor Ed is at a YMCA camp located in La Honda. It only took about 40 minutes to get there, on beautiful tree-lined mountain roads, and the location itself is gorgeous!
We met up with the camp medic, who showed us to Derek's cabin, Madrone, up a short road and a small slope, and across a bridge over an empty Creek. The area was surrounded by tall trees with sunlight casting a yellow glow on everything. We left his bags by the bottom bunk, which was next to the heater. From there, we headed to a nearby field where Derek's very dirty classmates we're playing. Derek seemed chipper, and was quickly greeted by several friend who appeared happy to see him. They immediately began talking excitedly together, and Derek barely noticed me leaving!
I realized when I got home that I forgot to leave the letters that we wrote for him to open at camp. I feel terrible. Hopefully he won't be too sad.
Today Celeste has been lounging around miserably watching TV, writing, playing Animal Crossing and Minecraft. She's still complaining of a bad sore throat and stomach ache. I've been obsessively checking the My Health Online site to see if they've updated with results from the throat culture, but it's not up yet. I would like some answers, or at least advice so we can help Celeste to feel better. This is ridiculous -- she has been sick since last Thursday evening, so it'll be a week tomorrow! Still no fever. I wonder if that's why it's taking her so long to recover? No fever to help fight the virus?
I hope Derek is doing well and having a fabulous time at camp. And I'm crossing my fingers that Celeste will be all better tomorrow, although considering she has made literally no progress towards getting better all week, with the exception of Sunday, I really don't know what to think, at this point.
The San Carlos location was luxuriously spacious, with wide, windowed halls and high ceilings. It was also remarkably empty.
Dr. Patel, not their usual doctor, but a young, fit Indian American who wore woven bracelets on one wrist, was nice, and the kids seemed to like him. The nurse took throat cultures and ran rapid strep tests, the latter of which came back negative after a few minutes. Dr. Patel concluded that we're dealing eith some sort of mysterious virus, and advised that we just wait it out. However, we're still waiting on the culture. Since the rapid test was negative, and Derek seemed well, after much discussion between Gene and myself, as well as with Derek, about how he felt, and our feelings about the nearby fire and whether that would impact things (the camp had communicated to parents that everything was okay and the fire was actually pretty far away), we made the choice to allow him to leave for camp that day.
The Outdoor Ed is at a YMCA camp located in La Honda. It only took about 40 minutes to get there, on beautiful tree-lined mountain roads, and the location itself is gorgeous!
We met up with the camp medic, who showed us to Derek's cabin, Madrone, up a short road and a small slope, and across a bridge over an empty Creek. The area was surrounded by tall trees with sunlight casting a yellow glow on everything. We left his bags by the bottom bunk, which was next to the heater. From there, we headed to a nearby field where Derek's very dirty classmates we're playing. Derek seemed chipper, and was quickly greeted by several friend who appeared happy to see him. They immediately began talking excitedly together, and Derek barely noticed me leaving!
I realized when I got home that I forgot to leave the letters that we wrote for him to open at camp. I feel terrible. Hopefully he won't be too sad.
Today Celeste has been lounging around miserably watching TV, writing, playing Animal Crossing and Minecraft. She's still complaining of a bad sore throat and stomach ache. I've been obsessively checking the My Health Online site to see if they've updated with results from the throat culture, but it's not up yet. I would like some answers, or at least advice so we can help Celeste to feel better. This is ridiculous -- she has been sick since last Thursday evening, so it'll be a week tomorrow! Still no fever. I wonder if that's why it's taking her so long to recover? No fever to help fight the virus?
I hope Derek is doing well and having a fabulous time at camp. And I'm crossing my fingers that Celeste will be all better tomorrow, although considering she has made literally no progress towards getting better all week, with the exception of Sunday, I really don't know what to think, at this point.