October 26

Isaac and I had one of what he calls our "Mup and Bup" adventures this morning when we visited Urgent Care.

He's had a cough and cold symptoms for a few weeks now, and although I was reasonably sure he just needs to slow down, do a little less, and rest a lot more, I wanted to be sure that he wasn't charging toward bronchitis, or worse, pneumonia.

Urgent Care was completely empty when we arrived --a blessedly sweet Sunday morning miracle-- so he was seen right away. After I explained my concerns to the doctor and he asked me if I was a medical professional (which, oddly enough, is a question I frequently hear... I guess I picked up an unusual amount of lingo while dealing with Logan's many hospital stays) he listened to Isaac's lungs and ordered a chest x-ray. While we waited for a radiologist to come over from the hospital, he asked me to tell him stories about my growing-up days, so I told him about my high school experience; about how I still remembered blowing off the guy who (God bless him) tried to get me to go to the Christian Fellowship (Eric Sun, if by some miracle you're reading this, I'm sorry!) and how I loved late Friday nights in the computer lab getting the school newspaper ready to go to print.

In the end, the x-ray was negative, but we still went home with several prescriptions including an inhaler, since his lungs apparently sounded a little bit crackly. And the strong suggestion to rest, rest, rest (and enjoy Senior year). 

In the car, he remarked that it was fun to have another Mup and Bup Adventure and that he'd enjoyed the experience. Although I might've chosen a different location for our time together, I'm glad we had it. Because all time spent with my sweet Isaac is a blessing from God.