No, not the parasites!
Ugh.
It happens, I knew it did. In fact, I expected it more than it’s happened. We haven’t really been sick. Everyone’s been growing and twitching and leaping from high objects to demonstrate their caped superhero abilities. Everyone eats mangos and papayas with gusto, waits for the apples to be ripe patiently, starts fiddling with tape and paper and crayons practically before the day begins.
And then my littlest guy started having yucky poos, but more than yucky. Yucky with (mucus) and (blood).
Scary!
I took him to the doctor a few days ago, and it was one of those experiences where the doctor barely listens to you, and you want to shake him and say, I could diagnose better than this! But you don’t, because you didn’t go to medical school and he has the medicines. He told me that the yucky poos were caused by his cough, a slight bronchial infection which wasn’t concerning me. IT WAS NOT THE REASON I WENT TO THE DOCTOR. He prescribed antibiotics for the cough. (Again, not the reason I brought Solo to the doctor.)
So, today, when the poos were still yucky and scary, I took him to the Tibetan Delek hospital (remember the place with the sample fiasco?) with a poo sample with me, and they:
1. listened
2. did lab work
3. diagnosed
Turns out my baby has amoebic dysentery. Amoebic dysentery!!! My BABY. (Wrings hands.) (Shakes head.) (Runs over to sleeping Solo’s bed to kiss him again.)
The only way I can even imagine that he got amoebas is from the bath water, which he’s been splashing rather enthusiastically lately. They gave us the stuff to take care of it, and we left with Solo singing in my ear and flirting with the doctors over my shoulder. He has been so active, so happy, so easy-going. It’s crazy that he’s been sick with amoebas. Most adults would have been staying in bed sure that they were dying.
Now I’m wondering about everyone else. I think that in the next few days, I’m going to go down to the hospital with a whole lot of poo, from all the different members of my family. Labeled, of course. Amoebas can be asymptomatic, so it would be good to get us all checked out.
Stool samples for everyone! Just me and my bags of poo and the rickshaw driver, vs. dirty rotten amoebas up in my family’s business.
14 comments
Oh, what fun. Cute little amoebas shouldn’t be so nasty. That’s what I had in Nepal, when I was soooo sick. I’m glad he’s not acting sick, and I will keep you all in my prayers.
Oh, that sounds scary. We’ll be remembering you in prayer as well. Glad that you got a diagnosis that makes sense, even if it took 2 visits to get one (to different places).
You’re a good mom, and followed up on it quickly.
Ah, yes, Indian amoebas. We’ve had those. Ours were named Giardia, which could be a pretty little girl’s name if it wasn’t an ugly little amoeba.
Ours were undiagnosed, asymptomatic and tenacious. And they visited us three times, twice from India and once from the good, old US of A.
I’m sorry beautiful Solo is sick. I am happy he feels well in spite of it.
Happy poo collecting!
Blessings,
Sandwich
We just got done with protozoans. I still don’t know if Little has them because she won’t poo if I try to catch it, just saves it for later. But she has no symptoms so… sigh. Hugs to you and your little ones, and extra kisses for Solo.
Happy Poo Day.
De-lurking to say I am glad Solo is on the mend, sorry you have to collect poo. Better you than me! The things we parents have to do…
(Last month we were on a boat and my oldest got seasick and started throwing up. Since we’d been told not to throw up on the boat, but try to make it to the back and throw up over the side, there wasn’t anything else for it: my husband cupped his hands and let her throw up into his hands. Love…)
that is awful! I am so sorry!
Ahi! This sucks.
Eww. So sorry for you, and glad you’ve got it straightened out. We never had amoebic dysentery, I’m happy to report. Our parasites of choice were giardia. I used to hate, abhor, taking in the Dread Stool Sample, as I always called it.
Oh, I have been a silent reader but am out of hiding to say my prayers are with Solo and my heart goes out to you both. Sick babies, there is nothing worse. Elizabeth
“up in my family’s business” ha ha! it has been too long since i have been over here. You are so funny! I love how you write!
Just one more thing to add to your mother-list of things you could never have imagined doing. Up in my family’s business….now that’s funny!
Poor Solo! I’m glad he’s so agreeable to amoebas being up in his business. But I don’t envy you the poo samples. A mother’s work is TRULY never done…
Good ol’ Tibetan Delek hospital. I am still in love with the doctor who treated me. In love with how he listened and gave me a correct diagnosis and didn’t ignore me, and in love with his kind eyes! Yay. you get to be a collector of poo! I got tested when I got back and secretly had poo in our fridge (in a paper bag) for a day before bringing it to the lab telling Nicki, “don’t tell Candace there’s poo in our fridge!” Good times Good times! Hope Solo feels better.
Leave a Comment