Pouring rain...

 
The gods, they play with us betimes
                                                             We are but toys...

7:00 pm my son appears unnaturally flushed to me. I reach over and feel his forehead, his flushed cheeks. He's blazing. I take his temp: 102.6 and rising....

7:30 pm same despite ibuprofen and now he complains of right-sided abdominal pain

At 8:00 pm he's crying from the pain despite the medication and his fever is still quite elevated

I wake my daughter, she helps me dress him and myself, prepare for this trip; we're on our way to the ER tonight

As an added bonus, I'd shattered the LED on my phone Thursday morn and that won't be repaired until Monday so I take my Kindle with me to email my daughter from the ER to let her know what's going on.

It's 2:04 am as I write this now and I'm grateful to be home again with my sweet wee son who sees the world in fascinating and quirky ways.

           I mean I don't know many who'd describe abdominal pain as feeling "like a square rice Krispy treat." But, he did...and you got the feeling this was one mean treat indeed.


Tis strep and, apparently, the lymph nodes in the abdomen, especially in children, swell and grow inflamed.

The gods, they play with us betimes
                                                            We are but pawns...