It must be one of Murphy’s Law of parenting that children tend to get sick in the middle of the night, on weekends, or long holidays when the only option for treatment is a clinic way on the other side of town.
Saturday night, while my husband was getting ready to take his mother to the bus for her night tour to Ise Shrine, I noticed that my son had a hideous rash. He’d had a high fever and a sore throat since the evening before, but I thought it was just tonsillitis, which he tends to get. But he’d had the rash thing before, too, and I recognized it as scarlet fever.
Scarlet fever is sort of like strep throat, and ever since I heard that Jim Henson died of strep throat, I get kind of freaked out by related diseases. I told my husband that we had to get Jio treated right away. He wanted to wait till morning, but I insisted.
Later, after he left with his mother, he called me from the road. He said that he could get antibiotics from his friend, S.
“But he’s an animal doctor!” I said.
I refused the offer and told him that I would take Jio to the doctor myself. He wound up driving to the clinic across town, where my diagnosis was confirmed.