Thank you to everyone who gave encouraging thoughts and prayers for my stubborn Marine kido. We've been sent home with a "he's got covid—or some other virus—we have no clue" diagnosis. I should have known they wouldn't listen, that they would assume he's fine (even as he's barely able to talk from the pain in his head). But that's triage for you. If you're not in kidney or respiratory failure, they send you home. He's still in a ton of pain and struggling to breathe, but I'm glad he's not trapped in that place anymore.
There were two doctors. One was ridiculous and spent more time lecturing ME about my lack of vaxxed status than he spent examining my gasping kid. And he made sure I understood that "this was NOT the vaccine, there's no possible way." Then he said "Covid" a million times, in case I didn't understand he was completely insane.
The other doctor was great. He actually listened to me and asked a lot of questions. He admitted it could be a prolonged immune response from the vax, especially considering that my son had reactions as a kid from some of his vaccinations.
We're treating the allergic reaction with the second doctor's advice and I'll be taking him to his primary doc asap this week to investigate more.
Things are still not good, but we just have to get through the storm. Nothing is without purpose.
And yes, I know some of you think I'm a bad mom for allowing my kid to make his own way, that my kid is a moron for joining the Marines, but you're not taking into consideration that Faith doesn't always make sense.
We see through a glass darkly, my son's life isn't mine to choose. He's a young man of faith who believes he can change what most see as unchangeable and lost. Even if that's foolish ignorance, it's that Hope that made America what it is today. I'm proud of my kid, even if I disagree with him. And I'll never shame him for having a determined soul. 🙏🏼