Miracle Cure
Emma has been sick since Thursday night. She had a brief Saturday morning recovery, but by Saturday night her fever was back up over 102 degrees F.(She's the world's worst patient, by the way. Nobody ever suffered as much as Emma suffers -- unless it's those forced to take care of her, particularly when it comes time to get some children's Tylenol in her while she screams at a pitch only dogs, and parents, and everyone within half a block can hear that it's yucky and it's making her barf and it's going to kill her. But I digress.)
Today, because she was still feverish, we took her to urgent care. They checked her out, noted a tenderness in her abdomen, and recommended that we immediately take her to the ER at Children's Hospital to be checked for appendicitis. Yow.
We've been to the ER with Emma once before, when she was running a very high fever for an extended period. That time, the visit itself more or less cured her. This time, I hope, was no exception. By the time we got her into an examination room, she was chipper and joking around. The Tylenol at lunchtime probably had a fair amount to do with that, but still, you have to wonder what the doctors think when they see this almost-bouncy child taking up valuable time and space.
Anyway, the conclusion: she's got a virus. No appendectomy required, which pleases Emma, even though we spent the trip from urgent care to the ER telling her how cool it would be to have an appendix scar; remember "Madeline"? She showed some appetite for dinner, and then plunked down to watch a "Kim Possible" video from the library. I think she'll live.
posted by MeanMrMustard @ 8:18 PM
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