When Mikey gets sick, he gets SICK. He can't just get a cold or a tummyache. He has to have a 100+ fever that has him shaking to pieces and a sharp, steady pain on the right side of his tummy. So...we headed out at about 8 pm last night looking for someone to reassure us that he wasn't having an appendicitis attack.

Wouldn't you know it, all the urgie care centers in the area close at...you guessed it...8 pm. 30-some-odd minutes later we found one that was open until 9 and filled in all our paperwork. After 30 minutes of sitting around with Mikey in serious pain (he eventually laid on the floor because it was more comfy) we saw a doc. He was very nice and ruled out appendicitis for us (kinda...he said to see someone again if the pain and fever didn't go away) and seemed genuinely sorry that he couldn't make the pain go away.

This was a nice change from the front desk staff who barely even looked at us while demanding insurance cards and paperwork. They were so preoccupied with finishing up the day and getting out of there that they didn't even ask for payment. This is after I have already told them that we have no insurance (yes, I KNOW that I have a fancy new job, complete with full coverage...SOMEONE screwed up...but that's another story). As testament to how honest and good I am, I went up to the counter and told them that I hadn't paid before leaving. I am so honest that it's sickening. Then the one lady had the gall to complain about how she already had the end of the day paperwork done...ugh.

So I took my baby home and tucked him into bed with some Tylenol, Saltine crackers and Gatorade (the bright green kind). I then sat up reading for several hours, periodically checking on him, until I fell asleep on the couch. Whoo hoo. Such an exciting night. This morning the patient is still saying his tummy hurts, but his fever seems to be gone. I just hope we can get past this without any vomiting. Yuck. I brought him toast, oatmeal and OJ per request and left him tucked in and reading. Keep your fingers crossed that he will get better soon. He doesn't make a good patient and I don't make a good nurse. We do much better the other way around.