I’ll start with the positive TB test.
They did the DPT (I think that’s what it’s called) on Friday the 29th. The lump never did go down. Instead it got red and swollen. By Sunday night I knew we had a positive test. I did as instructed and phoned the boy’s pediatrician’s office Monday morning. The earliest they could get me in was 3:30 that afternoon. Never mind I wanted to go to Olympia to spend the day with the fam. Less than helpful receptionist told me, “oh that’s not how it works,” when I asked if they could just cram us in between two other people. Hell, it was a big red lump on his arm. Any jackass from 20′ away could tell it was positive.
The lump officially measured between 12 and 13mm. Doc ordered the standard chest x-rays (which we did Thursday). He also prescribed the oh so fun medication that he will now have to take every day for the next 9 months. 9 fricken months. It’s only day 3 and he’s already giving me stink eye.
We went for the x-ray and they were kind enough to let us just walk in. Of course when I told them we needed a chest x-ray for TB the check in lady said in her not at all trying to freak me out voice that we needed to put the little boy in an isolation area. She shuffled the trusty husband and my child with his big giant red spot off to the men’s dressing room. She gave the boy a mask that covered his whole face. Yeah lady… like a 2 year old is going to keep a mask on. Good luck with that.
I join my boys and the little one runs around the dressing rooms cause, curtains! fun! There is all of one chair so I have to sit in one of the dressing stalls. After a while the boy stops his frolicking and is quiet. “Little boy what are you doing?” “Nooooo!” I hear from the stall next to me. No odor. We don’t think anything of it. That is until they call us for his x-ray and I feel for the lump in his diaper. Yep. Poopy. And me without my bag.
Chest x-rays done. We get into the elevator (boy’s choice) and are a bit relieved to smell that the former occupants were heavy smokers. Get down to the car get home and hey! at least I got the last of the poo samples for collection. Of course the elevator doesn’t go down the one floor that we need. Nope. Goes up one floor. Stops. Goes down to the floor we started on. Stops. Finally goes down to the floor we need. Left a little rosebud in there for the next rider.
In the end the x-ray was negative and the boy is TB free. Still has to take meds for the next 9 months, but TB free. The moral of the story is take your child to see an international adoption doctor upon returning home. We did not do this. We also had no intention of doing so. We did because of the behavioral issues we had the week after going to Alaska. Had we not taken him we would never have known about the TB thing. Now D and I have to get tested too. Fun times.