Doctor prescribes Popsicles

It's been just over a week since we left the country and we've already made our first health insurance claim. Both the kids have been fighting fevers the last couple of days. Roscoe's temperature finally subsided after a miserable and restless night, only for Isla's to skyrocket this afternoon. 

Isla has never been one to get fevers, in fact I think she's only ever had a temperature two other times in her short little life. But she was certainly not herself. The poor thing moaned and cried herself to sleep this afternoon, only to wake up in the same state.  

Robin came home for a supper break and my mother's intuition told me it was time to take her in. So off we went to the clinic just down the road. The whole process, despite my fears about insurance claims and such, went fairly smoothly. 

Turns out, Isla is fighting off a virus, nothing more. They tested her for strep, and it came out negative. Her little throat is red and swollen and the doctor ordered up some fancy popsicles, (or pop-squirrels as Isla would say)  for treatment and a whole lot of cuddles from her mama. 

Isla was pleased to help pick out the popsicles at the store and is beginning to feel better already. 

The best part of the experience was the direct billing to our insurance company. I didn't have to pay a dime up front. Felt a little like being at home.