Our current pediatrician practices out of an office that’s about seven miles away. Due to timing, distance, and route options, we have never made the trip by bicycle. Every time we take G to this doctor, we pass by a pediatric practice that is less than two miles from us, an easy and lovely bike ride.
I really like our pediatrician (and I’m hesitant to change horses midstream), but if someone had told me back in December that we would be making six visits in just over four months (including four visits in the last 5 weeks alone), I might have switched to the closer practice!
Our mid-April visit (trip 3 of 6 in 2015) resulted in an allergy diagnosis. Claritin seemed to clear up those symptoms, and we enjoyed a week or so of health, and then a cough popped up, followed by a fever and a pneumonia diagnosis (trip 4 of 6). The antibiotic seemed to really do its job — the fever disappeared almost immediately (surprisingly quickly, according to the doctor) and the cough was knocked way back . . . for awhile.
Last Wednesday (10 days after the diagnosis), we went back for a standard follow-up (trip 5 of 6) to make sure that his lungs were clear. They were, and there had been no recurrence of fever, but I had a nagging feeling even then that his cough was headed in the wrong direction.
He had a lot of nasal drainage and a clearly worsening cough over the weekend, and then on Sunday afternoon, he spiked a fever again. So yesterday we headed to the doctor YET AGAIN (trip 6 of 6), concerned about antibiotic-resistant pneumonia.
The doctor took a really good listen to G’s lungs, and, despite the coughing, said his lungs still sounded clear. The doctor’s best guess is that G now has a respiratory virus of some type. This means no antibiotics, which is a good thing (in terms of antibiotic resistance and not having to deal with the side effects of another drug), but it also means no quick fix.
I’m hoping that this virus resolves quickly, with no secondary infections, so we can have a reprieve from the all-too-familiar drive to the doctor (and also a reprieve from sleepless nights — SO tired).
In the meantime, I’m torn, but I may investigate the closer pediatric practice. We actually interviewed one doctor there before G was born. We weren’t impressed with this individual (felt rushed and unimportant during the consultation), but there are other providers in the practice. Trading a twenty-five minute car ride for a twelve-minute bike trip is tempting.
What would you do?