Monday, October 30, 2006
100.1!!!
It finally happened. Vince had been fighting some wicked nasty congestion for over a week. And despite all of our efforts, he caught his first fever last weekend. The peak came in at 100.1 degrees F, which in hindsight does not seem very high. But it lasted through the night, and Vince was very agitated. Translation; if Vince doesnt sleep, then no one sleeps.
We called the nurse late at night, and she said that there was no need to be concerned as long as his temperature did not break 100.5 F (we could almost hear her laughing at us silently), but that we could still see Dr Schafer the next morning if his fever persisted.
The waiting room
By morning his temperature had backed off a bit to a cool 99.9 F, and so of course we were off to the doctor's office. By the time we got there, and seemingly as if to make us look like crazy people in front of the doctor, Vince was feeling better. He listened as other kids were screaming whilst getting shots or being examined. He ripped up the paper covering the examination table and then tried to shove it in his mouth. But mostly he drooled and slobbered all over himself and whoever carried him.
The doctor checked him out for 3 minutes (maybe less), declared that Vince had caught some kind of virus, and then gave us some decongestant for his nose (which wound up not really working).
So to summarize, doctors make good money.
Suckers!!
We called the nurse late at night, and she said that there was no need to be concerned as long as his temperature did not break 100.5 F (we could almost hear her laughing at us silently), but that we could still see Dr Schafer the next morning if his fever persisted.
By morning his temperature had backed off a bit to a cool 99.9 F, and so of course we were off to the doctor's office. By the time we got there, and seemingly as if to make us look like crazy people in front of the doctor, Vince was feeling better. He listened as other kids were screaming whilst getting shots or being examined. He ripped up the paper covering the examination table and then tried to shove it in his mouth. But mostly he drooled and slobbered all over himself and whoever carried him.
The doctor checked him out for 3 minutes (maybe less), declared that Vince had caught some kind of virus, and then gave us some decongestant for his nose (which wound up not really working).
So to summarize, doctors make good money.
# posted by Vince @ 6:44 PM 
