received instructions on ibuprofen doses for fever and other things. I got her back into bed and made her some soup, which she ate very little of before she went back to sleep.
I had decided to sleep on the couch in her room so I could be close to her. It was around two in the morning when her coughing attack began. I could hear the congestion in her cough and chest.
Grabbing her cough medicine from her bathroom, I poured out the correct dose and then coaxed her into taking it. I gave her a drink of water and lay her back down on elevated pillows. Her coughing subsided but I could still hear the rattle in her breathing.
In the hall closet I searched on my hands and knees until I found a vaporizer. I was thankful to find it was a cool mist one; though with a doctor for a father I would hope he knew this one was better. I was standing up from the floor with the vaporizer in my hands when he scared me.
"Is there something the matter with her?" I gasped and spun around, almost dropping the vaporizer on the floor. "Sorry," he mumbled quietly.
"She has strep throat." I panted, still trying to catch my breath from him startling me.
"Did you take her to see the doctor?" His brow furrowed.
I nodded.
"Yes, he gave her a shot of penicillin and a prescription." I lifted the vaporizer up. "I am just going to get this going to help with her congestion and cough." I closed the closet door with my foot and headed back to her room.
I plugged in the base of the vaporizer, inserted the filter, and then took the top into her bathroom to fill with water. Stepping out of the bathroom I saw Dr. Bishop standing at the end of Victoria's bed looking down at her. Taking one deep breath, I walked toward the vaporizer base next to her bed and put the top on it before turning on the machine.
Once it started I stood up and turned. He was still standing there, but he was looking at the couch.
"Is that where you are sleeping?" His tone was as cold and monotone as usual.
"Yes. I wanted to be able to hear her if she needs me." I walked toward the couch.
"There are monitors in the wall that allow you to hear in your room." He looked at me puzzled.
"I prefer to be here if she needs me." I said in a flat tone as I sat on the couch. I looked up to him. "The doctor's papers are in your mail slot on your office door." He stood there saying nothing. "Was there anything else?"
I saw him stiffen up and watched his fists clench.
"No." He said and then briskly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
With a loud sigh I threw myself back onto the couch and pulled the covers over my head. That night I was up almost every hour with Victoria's coughing. I finally just got into bed with her once her fever broke.
She stayed home for three days before she was finally able to get back to school on Thursday. I was internally doing a happy dance that this was my whole weekend off. I really needed some sleep and to get out with some adults.
However, Friday arrived and after I took Victoria to school, I felt like crap; complete and utter crap. I felt light headed, tired, hot, and just completely irritable. Once I got back to the house I took some medicine and tried a nap. When I woke up my throat was itchy and irritated, along with my congested sinuses. With a groan I headed down to make some soup and tea. In the middle of making soup I had lay my body over the cold marble counter top.
"Ahem." Slowly I pulled my head up and squinted until I focused on Dr. Bishop leaning in the doorway. With a groan I just put my head back down. "Not feeling well?" Maybe it was the cold medicine, but I swore I heard humor in his voice.
"I'll be fine." I croaked out. The microwave beeped and I drug myself over to it, pulling out the mug of soup before heading back up to my room. I hadn't even cared enough to excuse myself from the room. I just pushed past him to get to my room.
Having fallen asleep again after the soup I was woke by a knock on my bedroom door. I jolted
I had decided to sleep on the couch in her room so I could be close to her. It was around two in the morning when her coughing attack began. I could hear the congestion in her cough and chest.
Grabbing her cough medicine from her bathroom, I poured out the correct dose and then coaxed her into taking it. I gave her a drink of water and lay her back down on elevated pillows. Her coughing subsided but I could still hear the rattle in her breathing.
In the hall closet I searched on my hands and knees until I found a vaporizer. I was thankful to find it was a cool mist one; though with a doctor for a father I would hope he knew this one was better. I was standing up from the floor with the vaporizer in my hands when he scared me.
"Is there something the matter with her?" I gasped and spun around, almost dropping the vaporizer on the floor. "Sorry," he mumbled quietly.
"She has strep throat." I panted, still trying to catch my breath from him startling me.
"Did you take her to see the doctor?" His brow furrowed.
I nodded.
"Yes, he gave her a shot of penicillin and a prescription." I lifted the vaporizer up. "I am just going to get this going to help with her congestion and cough." I closed the closet door with my foot and headed back to her room.
I plugged in the base of the vaporizer, inserted the filter, and then took the top into her bathroom to fill with water. Stepping out of the bathroom I saw Dr. Bishop standing at the end of Victoria's bed looking down at her. Taking one deep breath, I walked toward the vaporizer base next to her bed and put the top on it before turning on the machine.
Once it started I stood up and turned. He was still standing there, but he was looking at the couch.
"Is that where you are sleeping?" His tone was as cold and monotone as usual.
"Yes. I wanted to be able to hear her if she needs me." I walked toward the couch.
"There are monitors in the wall that allow you to hear in your room." He looked at me puzzled.
"I prefer to be here if she needs me." I said in a flat tone as I sat on the couch. I looked up to him. "The doctor's papers are in your mail slot on your office door." He stood there saying nothing. "Was there anything else?"
I saw him stiffen up and watched his fists clench.
"No." He said and then briskly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
With a loud sigh I threw myself back onto the couch and pulled the covers over my head. That night I was up almost every hour with Victoria's coughing. I finally just got into bed with her once her fever broke.
She stayed home for three days before she was finally able to get back to school on Thursday. I was internally doing a happy dance that this was my whole weekend off. I really needed some sleep and to get out with some adults.
However, Friday arrived and after I took Victoria to school, I felt like crap; complete and utter crap. I felt light headed, tired, hot, and just completely irritable. Once I got back to the house I took some medicine and tried a nap. When I woke up my throat was itchy and irritated, along with my congested sinuses. With a groan I headed down to make some soup and tea. In the middle of making soup I had lay my body over the cold marble counter top.
"Ahem." Slowly I pulled my head up and squinted until I focused on Dr. Bishop leaning in the doorway. With a groan I just put my head back down. "Not feeling well?" Maybe it was the cold medicine, but I swore I heard humor in his voice.
"I'll be fine." I croaked out. The microwave beeped and I drug myself over to it, pulling out the mug of soup before heading back up to my room. I hadn't even cared enough to excuse myself from the room. I just pushed past him to get to my room.
Having fallen asleep again after the soup I was woke by a knock on my bedroom door. I jolted
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