MAD!
I need to vent!!!!
So to update you on my earlier post, I put Harrison down and then he was back up 10 minutes later. I took his temperature again, and it had gone up to 103°. He was so lethargic and not at all his normal self. Now I was starting to get pretty nervous. Rick got home at 9:30 and we decided we should take him in to the urgent care clinic just to be safe. He is usually the calm, cool, and collected one that nicely balances my overly dramatic nature, so when I saw the concern in his eyes when he couldn't get Harrison to respond to him, I really started to get worried.
On the way to the clinic, I called to make sure they were still open. The lady told me they close at 10. Great! I told her, because we were on our way and would be there before they closed. Here is how the rest of our conversation went:
Lady: You realize it's 9:40, right? We lock our doors at exactly 10.
Me: Yes. My clock says 9:40, too. We're on our way. We're crossing over the freeway right now and should be there by 10.
Lady: Maybe you should just go to the hospital instead. Do you need X-rays? Because we lock our doors at 10.
Me: Don't need X-rays. We will probably be in and out of there in 10 minutes. My baby has a high fever and we're just really worried. We're driving as fast as we can. (A sick baby! This is where I was SURE she'd be a little more compassionate and not so....rude. I was wrong.)
Lady: Well the hospital is probably your best bet because if you're just now at the freeway you won't make it here by 10. We lock our doors at exactly 10.
Me: I would much rather come to your clinic. We're pretty worried and don't want to have to wait 3 hours for him to be seen at the ER.
Lady: But there's a good chance you could end up at the hospital anyway. Maybe you should just head there instead.
Me: So basically what you're trying to say is that you don't want us to bring him in to be seen at your clinic because it's too close to closing time?
Lady: Weeeeell. I wouldn't say that's what I'm saying, no. I just don't think you'll make it here by 10 and we lock our doors at exactly 10.
Me: We're almost there and yes, we'll be there by 10. See you in a few. Thanks for your help.
I was proud of Rick and his "efficient" driving. We made it there with 5 minutes to spare. Rick flew out of the car and ran up to the door....and, you guessed it, LOCKED. He knocked, and through the window we saw the nurse coming to unlock the door. Awesome! Except she wasn't coming to unlock the door. Nope. Instead, she walked up to the window and shut the blinds in our face.
Can you believe that?
Words can't begin to express the anger I felt in my stomach. Rick was furious, too. And if you know Rick, you know that he rarely gets mad. I get that having to work late isn't fun. I'm sorry. But it's a sick baby for crying out loud. Why a person with absolutely no compassion would want to work in the medical field is beyond me.
I called the pediatrician's office to talk to the on-call nurse, and she made me feel SO much better. She said that since he doesn't have other symptoms we'd be fine just bringing him in to the office in the morning. She said to give him a lukewarm bath, some more tylenol, and to just keep an eye on his fever and to call if it goes up any higher.
I realize that we are both probably much more anxious than we need to be, but it's such a terrible feeling when your baby is sick. The hardest part is just not knowing what's wrong with him and feeling totally helpless. We go to the doctor first thing in the morning so hopefully he'll be able to figure out what the issue is.
Praying the rest of our night is far more uneventful!
So to update you on my earlier post, I put Harrison down and then he was back up 10 minutes later. I took his temperature again, and it had gone up to 103°. He was so lethargic and not at all his normal self. Now I was starting to get pretty nervous. Rick got home at 9:30 and we decided we should take him in to the urgent care clinic just to be safe. He is usually the calm, cool, and collected one that nicely balances my overly dramatic nature, so when I saw the concern in his eyes when he couldn't get Harrison to respond to him, I really started to get worried.
On the way to the clinic, I called to make sure they were still open. The lady told me they close at 10. Great! I told her, because we were on our way and would be there before they closed. Here is how the rest of our conversation went:
Lady: You realize it's 9:40, right? We lock our doors at exactly 10.
Me: Yes. My clock says 9:40, too. We're on our way. We're crossing over the freeway right now and should be there by 10.
Lady: Maybe you should just go to the hospital instead. Do you need X-rays? Because we lock our doors at 10.
Me: Don't need X-rays. We will probably be in and out of there in 10 minutes. My baby has a high fever and we're just really worried. We're driving as fast as we can. (A sick baby! This is where I was SURE she'd be a little more compassionate and not so....rude. I was wrong.)
Lady: Well the hospital is probably your best bet because if you're just now at the freeway you won't make it here by 10. We lock our doors at exactly 10.
Me: I would much rather come to your clinic. We're pretty worried and don't want to have to wait 3 hours for him to be seen at the ER.
Lady: But there's a good chance you could end up at the hospital anyway. Maybe you should just head there instead.
Me: So basically what you're trying to say is that you don't want us to bring him in to be seen at your clinic because it's too close to closing time?
Lady: Weeeeell. I wouldn't say that's what I'm saying, no. I just don't think you'll make it here by 10 and we lock our doors at exactly 10.
Me: We're almost there and yes, we'll be there by 10. See you in a few. Thanks for your help.
I was proud of Rick and his "efficient" driving. We made it there with 5 minutes to spare. Rick flew out of the car and ran up to the door....and, you guessed it, LOCKED. He knocked, and through the window we saw the nurse coming to unlock the door. Awesome! Except she wasn't coming to unlock the door. Nope. Instead, she walked up to the window and shut the blinds in our face.
Can you believe that?
Words can't begin to express the anger I felt in my stomach. Rick was furious, too. And if you know Rick, you know that he rarely gets mad. I get that having to work late isn't fun. I'm sorry. But it's a sick baby for crying out loud. Why a person with absolutely no compassion would want to work in the medical field is beyond me.
I called the pediatrician's office to talk to the on-call nurse, and she made me feel SO much better. She said that since he doesn't have other symptoms we'd be fine just bringing him in to the office in the morning. She said to give him a lukewarm bath, some more tylenol, and to just keep an eye on his fever and to call if it goes up any higher.
I realize that we are both probably much more anxious than we need to be, but it's such a terrible feeling when your baby is sick. The hardest part is just not knowing what's wrong with him and feeling totally helpless. We go to the doctor first thing in the morning so hopefully he'll be able to figure out what the issue is.
Praying the rest of our night is far more uneventful!
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