On Monday morning when my son asked me to taking him shopping the afternoon, I said, “No, I might need to go to hospital.” Clearly we were operating on two different wavelengths. He was concerned about getting more POKEMON cards and I had my own health in mind.
As it turned out, I didn’t need to go to hospital. My local doctor said the symptoms I had were caused by a virus. She suggested a dose of TAMIFLU might help, but in the end she didn’t give me a prescription because drug had the potential to interfere with the other medications I take.
So in the end she just told me to rest. At home I lay down and had a sleep before getting up mid-afternoon to pick my son up from school. Again, he asked me to take him shopping. I said this was impossible because I wasn’t feeling well.
He went ballistic, claiming I had promised to take him shopping. I was unable to remember if I did do this or not because the stroke I had affected my short-term memory. Regardless, I remained firm in my resolve not to go to the mall.
In the car, my son cried and cried. Finally, I told him the doctor had told me to rest, and he told me a friend had given him money to buy more POKEMON cards for him. We reached a compromise, I’d rest more on Monday afternoon, and I’d take him shopping on Tuesday afternoon.