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Frank_G
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United States
March 27 2003
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Two hours later, after a flurry of phone calls starting with NHS Direct, both our children had been prescribed Tamiflu.
Once the first dose had been administered, however, all that quickly changed.
James's temperature, which up to that point had been kept at normal levels with Calpol, rocketed. His appetite disappeared and when his raging thirst finally persuaded him to drink some milk, he vomited so spectacularly that we are still struggling to clear up the stains several weeks later.
For the next day he barely moved, except to be sick every time he had so much as a sip of water. We had never seen him so ill, and because he was unable to keep anything in his stomach, there was no way of controlling his temperature with paracetamol.
His fever was reaching dangerous levels and we were becoming seriously worried about dehydration. Thankfully - though we did not see it this way at the time - James is nothing if not a character.
He knew what was making him ill - the Tamiflu - and he fought tooth and nail to resist taking the drug.
Producing the packet of pills was the only thing that could rouse him from listless torpor.
In the end, we gave up. Almost immediately, his symptoms cleared up and he was back to being our happy little boy.
Jessica, however, has always been of a gentler disposition. Perhaps it is a simple matter of gender, but she is delightfully eager to please, and even after the pills started to kick in it did not take too much wheedling for her to take them.
Indeed, for a few hours all seemed well. Until we were woken in the early hours of the morning by the sound of Jessica screaming, between deep, heaving dry retches: 'I don't like the pills, Daddy! Please don't make me have the pills!'
She was hallucinating, sobbing and more upset than I have ever seen her. Eventually she rocked herself to sleep in my arms, only to wake up an hour later and repeat the process.
In the morning, exhausted, my wife sought advice from our GP.
James had made his own decision, but we were encouraged to carry on with Jessica's course.
Pills were smothered in chocolate sauce, but she was no longer to be so easily fooled.
In the end, it took the promise of a trip to the toy shop and a river of tears before she, with typical sweetness, obliged and swallowed them.
That night, however, the screams and violent retching returned. By now she was begging, pleading not to be given any more pills. We cracked. Enough was enough. The Tamiflu went in the dustbin.
So what happened when we defied government advice and eschewed Tamiflu in favour of Calpol and cuddles? Within 24hours both of our children were completely recovered, save for those runny noses.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-1206215/Tamiflu-turned-children-hallucinating-sobbing-wrecks.html?ITO=1490
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Topic: influenza A(H1N1) vaccine
