Damned Rotavirus

I'm sitting at Starbucks... in the lobby of a hospital... obviously Starbucks has nothing to do about this story. Thought I'd just add it to spice things up...

What the heck am I talking about!? See, this is what happens when you don't get enough sleep... you can't keep.... huh... what was I talking about?

Anyway, my son has a Rotavirus infection. It causes severe diarheoeoa (blogspot doesn't have a spell check and I'm too lazy to check it myself. The important thing is you guys know what I'm talking about). Anyway, I brought him in a few days ago because I was worried that he would get dehydrated.

The rotavirus is actually very common. 1 in 40 casses need to be hospitalised. I guess we won the lottery. It's not life threatening, unless you totally ignore the signs. Usually kids suffer from damage caused by dehydration. But thank god I'm paranoid. I sent him in after only a few hours of diarheohoiehoa... I should get an award... "Paranoid Father who Saves His Child's Life Award"...

My son got the virus from eating without washing his hands right after touching something (like a chair, table, door, etc) which was previously touched by a carrier who did not wash their hands after going to the toilet. Eeewwwww!!!!

Well, what's done is done... no use getting upset... just have to make sure he washes his hands... but he's really sneaky... you know how kids are...

The only good thing about this is my son is actually enjoying his time in the hospital... he keeps telling me he doesn't want to go home because it's boring at home... I'm guessing that he's enjoying his time because both his parents are with him instead of at work...

Makes you think that we have lost sight of what's important in life... we spend so much time working, trying to provide for our family, that the only way your family can get to spend time with you is to be hospitalised...

I know how he feels... I never got to spend much time with my dad... he was always busy working... but I had my mom. My son has the maid to play with... not much of a childhood, is it...