One day, a few weeks ago, Joe and I went to IHOP (that's International House of Pancakes in case you don't live over here) for breakfast and some mother-son time. Grace had spent the night at a friend's house and Himself wanted to sleep. So it was just the two of us. When I asked Joe what he would like for breakfast, a little gleam came into his eye:
"Actually, I was thinking I'd like to go out for breakfast."
"OK" said I (walking straight into his litle trap), Where would you like to go"
"I was thinking I'd like to go to IHOP" he said, a tad over-casually.
So we went to IHOP. I'm a sucker, I know. But Joe doesn't actually ask for much, so I do like to indulge him every now and again. And I like some of the food at IHOP.
Joe discovered they have crepes with nutella and banana, which he ordered "without the strawberry stuff" (quite right too. strawberry stuff is complete overkill, if you ask me).
We put away rather a large, sugar laden breakfast. On the way home, I wanted to pop into Trader Joe's to pick something up. I was searching for a parking space when Joe said -out of the blue, in a serious voice:
"Oh. It's starting"
I glanced back at him and he looked uncomfortable. "What's starting?" I asked him.
"Sometimes, when I eat a big meal, I get very sleepy."
That was my first symptom. It progressed into after a big meal, I feel horrible and fall asleep. and then to after a big meal, I feel horrible and have a massive fit and people call 911.
OK: Maybe it is common-or garden food coma, and I am over-reracting. But I resolved to watch him more closely.
Then I noticed another thing a few times: At dinnertime, Joe has been emptying and refilling his cup a LOT. He mentioned it to me in passing one evening: "I get very, very thirsty at night".
So do I. Intermittent polydipsia (excessive thirst and fluid intake) and polyuria (what goes in exessively, must come out excessively) have been ongoing and unexplained problems of mine for the past couple of years.
Of course, all this could be coincidental. It could be an active child forgetting to drink in the heat of summer and then at dinertime, his body strongly reminds him.
But my radar has been tripped and I am going to watch him closely.
And hope that whatever is going on with him: He doesn't have whatever-it-is that I have.