The doctor wants to see Nate, endorsing our decision to call and making me worry even more.
She also wants us to start the Prevacid again to try to make things better before we go in next week.
The Prevacid is a double edged sword. It's unquestionably the strongest medicine he has taken. Nate loves the melt-in-your-mouth strawberry wafer. Dave and I shudder at the $75 copay.
When the nurse told me it was that particular medicine we were supposed to restart, Dave and I sighed and then agreed that we couldn't put a price on a healthy boy. But wouldn't it be nice if the $15 dollar medicine made him feel just as good?
Later, we embarrassed ourselves by dancing at the pharmacy counter.
It seems the generic (lansoprazole - $15) form has just hit the market.
Later still, after letting the small burst of proton pump inhibiting goodness dissolve on his tongue, Nate danced around the kitchen pleading "more, more, me-me (medicine)" and signing more for good measure.
It seems we're all happy.
I hope Nathan's abused stomach lining is dancing a quiet dance tonight as well.
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