Gotta love teenage fights in an immune compromised family:
When I gave Noah his daily dose of Augmentin tonight, a dose he has taken for years and has saved him from who knows how many sinus and bronchitis and pneumonia and skin infections,
he turned to me defiantly and said I was ‘ruining’ his ‘intestinal flora’. 😡
I rolled my eyes, placing the pill in front of him,
“Just eat some yogurt later then. Take the damn pill.”
If I was in the mood to place dice with his health, I would say ‘sure, why don’t we just stop and see what happens, since you obviously don’t remember the wall to wall, back to back green and go and fluid in your lungs’, sure, let’s experiment with that again 🤢.
But since things are finally going well for him, instead I reminded him that’s what medicine is for –when you take it, you feel better but that doesn’t mean it’s time to stop taking it–especially when it’s saved you from who knows how many more serious problems–and if keeps taking it, who knows, maybe he’ll avoid a lot of the more serious health problems that have plagued me my entire life–