Misery

Zane has not improved at all over the weekend. I would take him to the ER, but the emergency room in our area is useless when it comes to someone like Zane. In fact, many families in our area have had horrible experiences with the hospital here in town. The personnel there know so little about pediatrics that they send almost all kiddos to Denver or Grand Junction. The last two times we took Zane to the ER, the doctors looked to us to answer the medical questions, provide insight into what we think is wrong with Zane. Isn’t that their area of expertise? Not ours?

 

So…while it is torturing me to see Zane so sick and miserable, I prefer to wait until tomorrow when we can see his pediatrician. She knows Zane and can often get to the bottom of what his issues are. Plus, she obviously knows the latest bugs traveling around.

 

Zane woke up with his left eye fused shut. I know that indicates possible pink eye, but there’s no pinkness or redness, no swelling either. From my days of teaching, I don’t remember pink eye causing this degree of misery in a child. He paid Jeff one courtesy smile over the weekend, but—other than that—he’s been crying, fussing, making faces, and wanting to do nothing but be left alone in his bed since Friday afternoon. He managed to sleep through the night, but has awoken a completely unhappy child. And we have absolutely no idea what the problem is. At first I thought he had a low-grade fever, but I honestly think our thermometer is on the blink. One minute it says his temp is 99.3; the next, 95.5.  

Why do these things almost always happen on the weekend?