When Your Poop Smiles Back at You.
First of all, this entry will be about giardia (yes, again) so this is your fair warning that it will contain mention of poo.
Since taking the giardia med (Alinia) a couple of weeks ago I have been feeling GREAT!!
No more belly pain. No more weird poops or diarrhea, no more bouts of horrific, painful, and disturbingly scented gas.
I’ve been trying to get my kids in to see a doctor here for months now. The new patient appointment thing is infuriating me! Today was Ada’s appointment with our new family doctor. (She’s the first one to get an appointment.)
I was super nervous because we do a delayed vaccine schedule and it took us awhile in Kentucky to find a doctor who would see us. Most of them treated me like a subpar human being, which was humiliating, and now I get really anxious any time we go to a doctor’s office.
Luckily this doctor was easy going and sort of batted an eye, but didn’t make a big deal of our delayed vaccine schedule.
So anyway, I explained how I had giardia for years and didn’t realize it, and that I’m fairly certain my kids also have it and that they have given it back to me a couple of times. She thought that made sense, considering the specific symptoms and everything, and she prescribed Ada the same med I took, except in a smaller dosage for kids.
The pharmacy doesn’t have that in stock, so they had to order it.
I’ve been thinking only Ada has giardia, since she has had so many tummy troubles. My doctor in Kentucky told me he didn’t think we should treat the entire family unless each person gave three stool samples and they were all tested…can you imagine collecting three stool samples from three kids and dropping them all off at a lab in a specific amount of hours? Not to mention paying for that many stool samples to be examined! And it’s hit or miss, it’s not always present in every stool sample.
Geeze. That would be too much. I would rather just treat the kids in case they have it and move on with life.
So after my doctor told me that, we got busy with moving, and Igor, and I didn’t have much time to think about it again for awhile.
For the past few weeks, since October, Henry has been having random bouts of diarrhea. At first I thought maybe he was just getting his chubby hands on too much Halloween candy. You know, third child problems. Then I thought it was maybe from the drainage he’s having with this gross cold all the kids caught.
Well this weekend I was putting laundry in the dryer when he came walking in the laundry room holding out his finger. “Poop my! Ew, yuck! Here Mom!”
After I finished crying inside it suddenly occurred to me that maybe I should have my mom check out a stool sample from him. (My mom is a med tech who manages part of the VA lab, she does this stuff for her job.)
Low and behold…
His poop had those evil smiling potatoes in it. Giardia.
Look! See this one? Bastard is upside down right there near the lower middle.
Nooooooooo!! My baby has giardia too. Life is unfair.
Today when I was at the doctor with Ada we discussed treating the entire family, but their office cannot get my other two kids in for a new patient appointment until late December or early January.
I am so very frustrated.
Then I remembered that we’re still patients at our old pediatrician in Kentucky and we will be in town for Thanksgiving next week. So I will make Rosie and Henry a sick patient appointment as soon as we get down there! I even tried to make it in advance, but they told me to make it the same day.
That only leaves Tyler to be treated, and possibly me again if I’ve somehow gotten reinfected once more. Ugh. I will insist that Tyler gets treated. Maybe he can go to his old doctor when he comes down for Thanksgiving if he’s down there when the office is open. He’s working all week and we’re going to down without him.
I would ideally like to treat everyone at once, but that doesn’t seem to be possible. I am canceling all baths together for the near future, since that’s how I suspect Henry got it from Ada. Henry constantly tries to drink bathwater. All it takes is one rogue cyst… Ada could have gotten it from taking baths with me, or Henry could have too I guess.
It’s so nasty–no matter how much hand washing you do, no matter how careful you are, those giardia cysts are persistent and hard to kill! I read that they are resistant to bleach. BLEACH!!
I want to use napalm on a ten mile radius around my house.
No more giardia. No more!!
It is my fervent hope that my children will begin sleeping through the night once this giardia crisis is over. Please God let the meds work and no one reinfect anyone else.
Right now Henry wakes up multiple times a night, every couple of hours if not more, all night long. Ada wakes up crying all night and doesn’t sleep much at all, but then again she never has. What if she caught giardia at birth and that’s why she’s been such a miserable child? She’s had belly issues her whole life.
F*ck Giardia. I can’t wait to rid my family of it.