One of my kids might be sick, and I’m fucking pissed that I can’t talk about it more than where I do here or even discuss the nature of the illness because the most corrupt organization in Tennessee, the Department of Children’s Services, could take my son if they wanted to based on him being sick with a virus that’s only treatable with Motrin and Tylenol.
Mrs. S. and I both put our kids in preschool following my son’s first year birthday. The biggest rationale was when my daughter went to “daycare” at three months some fuckwad of a parent sent their child to the daycare with RSV. It’s a common virus, and every kid gets it at some point. When you get it earlier in life, though, it makes things difficult. In my daughter’s case, it meant two trips to the ER with an IV stuck in her tiny hand wondering if she’d make it past the day.
We waited a year for my son to get past that point where RSV would affect him in such a manner. That was easy enough, and when our in home caregiver couldn’t provide services anymore then we were able to get them into preschool, and a good one, which is apparently important these days. Then the bad stuff started happening. I got notes on the door three kids had been confirmed with “Hand foot and mouth disease,” in my son’s room. He’d been irritable a couple of days, but seemed fine.
Today after his nap, he woke up irritable and couldn’t be placated with food, beverage, or anything else. He was grumpy all afternoon, didn’t eat dinner, and went to bed early. It’s now 10:30 as I write this and I’m on vigil to make sure my daughter doesn’t decide to bang on the door of her room to wake my son up.
Tomorrow we will take my son to the doctor. We will make sure he has a confirmed diagnosis, because that’s what day cares (and families visiting in town) want. We will have to reschedule our weeks for the illness if he’s suffering from hand, foot, and mouth disease, and there’s a chance I could get it. But my wife will keep working, because despite her clinic being broken into by a tweaker scumbag she’s a soldier and will keep on working to make low income families have healthy pets.
I’m lucky to write where I’m able. I’m lucky to be able to do work when I can. What infuriates me about this matter is that I’ve seen families separated because the kids had “hand, foot, and mouth disease” on removal by DCS, which is inane. Social workers thought their knowledge better than a doctor’s, and because the kids were in “pain,” the parents lost their kids.
The moral is simple. Never trust DCS, CPS, or any other agency claiming the good of your children is their goal. Lock the doors, record the conversations, and make them get a warrant. Then call a lawyer. You will be better off in the long run.