I've been a freaking wreck about it, because Monday morning, when this was just a sore throat, I handed the boy off to my ex-husband because I had to go to a training session at the hospital. I went to the training session because I'm a designated caregiver for my stepdad, who has had a few good rounds of chemo and is about to go through a bone marrow transplant. In the waiting room before the transplant, several people who are at various stages of their own transplants came in and out wearing facemasks, etc., and I'm worried as fuck I've brought H1N1 into an office full of immunosuppressed people. Because I'm a fucking moron.
Pediatrician says if I wasn't showing symptoms (I wasn't and I'm not), I probably am not a carrier or contagious myself, and it's probably ok. Still, everyone has been notified and is checking with the doctors involved, etc.
This morning, the boy (who is in seclusion at his dad's house) woke up having trouble breathing, and got to visit the emergency room. H1N1 is especially bad on the lungs, I guess/read. He's now on antibiotics, prednisone, an inhaler, etc, and is relegated to his room. I worry about him.
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