Or a microbiologist, maybe?
Remember when I happily reported that the big kids’ overnight camp was officially COVID-free? It still is, but all three of my kids (and a few other kids I know of) came home with a cold. It went around camp and the entire time everyone tested negative for COVID.
What I want to know from the science-y types out there: how is it that a common cold virus was able to outlast or circumvent all the strict anti-COVID protocols, including 2 weeks of reduced contact and then isolation before camp, and two weeks of masking and distancing at camp? By the time the masks came off in week three (after repeated negative COVID tests), how was there a cold virus to go around?
Alas, our almost-five-hundred-day streak of no sickness in the house has come to an end. I’ve caught the camp cold; Mr. December and E are both fine.
Even though I’m certain it’s not COVID, I went for a test anyway because I wasn’t sure about some of the wording on the health screening for E’s day camp. The entire way there (I had to drive to Brampton because no test centres in Toronto were open late enough) I was thinking, “This is a dumb idea. I should just stay home in bed and get better.”
It reminded me of the time that we took ten-week-old R to the hospital because she had a fever (any fever in a baby younger than three months needs to be assessed, usually with a spinal tap to rule out meningitis.) Now, our entire family had some kind of virus and it was pretty obvious to me that R’s fever was a result of her big brother and sister kissing her and then coughing at her. But still, the doctor’s office insisted, so we went to the hospital.
Suffice it to say that the hospital visit was awful—R didn’t stop crying the whole time—and in the end they decided based on the history they took that no spinal tap would be necessary (thank God.) In short, after several hours the doctors came to the same conclusion that I did: the baby was sick because her siblings and parents were sick. I promise you, I bit my tongue and didn’t say the first thing that came to my mind, something along the lines of “For this, you needed to go to medical school?”
(To be fair, when you’ve been sick and injured a fair bit yourself, and you have four kids with all the usual childhood illnesses and injuries, you really do develop the ability to assess this kind of thing pretty accurately.
Every time something like this happens—my armchair diagnosis is confirmed by doctors—I mutter to myself that I really should’ve gone to medical school. At least then I’d feel justified in skipping the unnecessary testing.