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Word to the Wise

If your teenage child complains day in and day out of various aches, pains, headaches and tiredness, don't always blow them off and assume they just don't want to go to school. After kicking Nat out the door every morning and telling her to stop being a hypochondriac and get to school, I finally took her to the doctor, if just to prove to her that there was nothing wrong with her except laziness and her penchant for staying awake way past her bedtime. Oops. She has mono. Bad mommy. Guilt ensues.


What's mono?

Here's to Nat's speedy recovery. It seems every child gets it these days.

Not a very nice thing to have. When I got it I lost all energy, walking to the bathroom felt like running a marathon...
And since it's sometimes called "the kissing disease" there was also some social problems, since my new girlfriend at the time did not have it... :-)
You can get mono other ways too... :-P

Hope she gets well soon. :-)

you are NEVER going to live this down. EVER.

"hey mom, remember that time you told me to stop being a baby... and I had mono?"

Don't be hard on yourself, the symptoms are exactly like Teenfluenza.

You'll feel less guilty when she gives it to you. Now go wash every glass and plate she's touched in the past month. With bleach.

You aren't the only contestant in the Bad Mother Olympics. My daughter complained of an ear infection for a week before I took her seriously and got her to the doctor, who said, "Wow. Usually when it's that bad, the poor kid is crying hysterically."
(Love your blog, btw. I read it every day. Happy Blog-Birthday!)

I was treated to a bout of mono when I was 22. At times, I wanted to die. It's a great weight loss illness though.

Symptoms vary though, SondraK. Sometimes there's no mistaking that the person has something serious. In my case my throat damn near closed on me; as doctor-hating as I am, even I figured that was a bad sign and went in to the university clinic, which is always a scary proposition. They gave me prednisone--the Jerry Lewis inflator--and told me to rest, as if I had a choice (I could barely climb a flight of stairs).

I also had the new-girlfriend-who-never-had-mono thing going, not to mention that it was in the middle of my last quarter of college, which made things interesting. We're married now and I graduated, so on the whole I think I was pretty lucky.

One of my friends almost failed out of his first semester of college because he could barely get out of bed for his finals, let alone pass them (and he had no idea what was wrong). 3 weeks' bedrest later (including one week where he didn't leave the couch except to pee), he was mostly better. He got to retake his finals after some parent/doctor intervention, thank goodness.

All my BS aside, here's to a quick recovery for Nat!

Many years ago I thought my girlfriend might have given me mono. Imagine my relief when it turned out to be strep throat.

Have to agree with Dave here. A guilt-inducing story like this is too good not to have been stored in Permanent Memory 1 (sub-index: strategic re-telling prior to request pattern 'alpha').
I still remember my parents forgetting my 16th birthday, and make sure to mention it every now and then (I was cutting lumber with my father on the day in question). Good times.

A woman at work tells a guilt story about how her daughter was complaining of stomach pains and she told her to go outside and jump around, because it was probably just gas. No, it was appendicitis. She felt terrible. So, you're not alone :)
Hope she's feeling better soon!

Poor Nat.

In addition, poor you!! I mean, mono? Who woulda thunk it?

Here's more information at the CDC website.

It's difficult to make a judgment call, I think, if there aren't any visible symptoms. In any case, here's wishing Nat a speedy recovery!

Don't feel so bad. I had it too, and it took a couple doctor visits before they diagnosed it right. Tell her to hang in there.

Good luck to Nat...others are right, though: you'll never live this down. I can still induce an immediate guilt-trip on my mom about the time she refused to believe my arm was broken. "Oh, it must just be a bad bruise, you can't break a bone just by slipping on ice in the driveway." Sure enough, after sufficient whines and moans of agony on my part had resulted in a trip to the hospital "just in case," the X-rays left no doubt at all.

I had that once. I was a 20-something adult and I thought I was going to die. The doctor said I had Strepth(sp?) throat and gave me a shot of anti-biotics. I was a naive 20-something with no money and figured that shot, along with some anti-biotics my neighbor gave me, would allow me to quickly recover and back on my feet. Nope, not so. After a week where I literally deteriorated to a point where I felt like I was on the brink of death, I went back to the doctor. He had received the results of my throat culture and discovered that I had mono. He gave me a shot of cortisone that cleared it right up.

I would never wish anyone to get mono.

I had mono when I was a freshman in college. It was no fun. Imagine my surprise 15? years later when I feel MISERABLE and go to the doctor and he tells me that I have mono. "But, I can't. I already had it in college, and you can have it more than once." "Well, usually, but..." Evidently, there are 2 strains of the evil virus- the well-passed, popular version; and the very, very rare, makes-you-feel-even-worse version. And, lucky me! I got both.

Best of luck to you and your daughter. And, someone suggested washing everything in bleach. I second that, and I'll add that you should probably invest in some paper plates and cups and some plastic forks for her for the time being. It's just safer that way.

Mono did me much more damage than I'm willing to talk about... I once read there's a risk of clinical depression following mono, and I got that in spades.

I would force her to stay home and take it easy because you don't want mono to get out of control and do a dance on her brain.

It ain't like there's a special Mono rash. The symptoms are so ambiguous that when the grown kid that had it now tries to run a guilt trip on his mother and I he gets such a whack.

I could have written that post 7 years ago.

She will survive. So will you mom.


Yeah. You're never going to live this one down. I speak from experience. No kids, but a husband who on occasion acts like one.

He ruptured his spleen whilst snowboarding. Now, not everyone immediately crashes from internal bleeding. There's a protective husk around your spleen---the husband bled into that for six days, in the meantime we'd flown home from Colorado (found out later we were lucky it hadn't burst then because of the pressure change)and he'd skipped work for a few days "because he was sore." I was cheesed. We needed money. If he was "sore," he could still go into work. He was up and about, surfing the internet. Wasn't laying about or anything. All the classic signs of faking were displayed. We fought fiercely over it: I thought he was being excessively whiny (I'd gotten him through surgery before, so I thought I had a lot of evidence on my side) and was milking it for all he was worth. Add in the fact he wasn't real fond of his job and I think you'll get the picture. No matter how much I yelled, he still wouldn't go into work.

Then I realized it wasn't bs when he collapsed on New Year's Day. The husk had apparently ruptured. Took him to the hospital, they operated, put him in the ICU, and then the surgeon offhandedly told me that if I hadn't brought him in when I had, he would have been dead within two hours.

This was eight years ago. Still feel guilty. Husband only brings it up when he wants something really bad---like money for a new computer. "Honey, remember the time you didn't believe me..."

After reading that, I wondering how long I have had it.

When I was in the 6th grade my grandparents came to visit for Christmas. We were all going out to eat at King's Table (all you can eat buffet). I told my mom that I felt sick, but she made me go anyways. I made her pay for that! Midway down the line I filled my tray up. You'd think my parents would have learned to listen to us more, but they didn't. Oh well.