I may have ignored some vehicle maintenance in my younger years. There were times I turned up the radio volume to mask the strange noise I (or my bank account) was not ready to face. It may even be true that a denial streak is one of my character flaws. But one area where we have never skimped has been on the health care of our children.
Today I awoke to my wife’s question, “Can you take #1 son to the emergency room?”
I came fully awake in an instant. “Of course.” I replied and began making preparations.
We are not reactionary people who are prone to invoking emergency medical treatment in place of standard care. “Can this wait until normal business hours?” is one of the first questions we ask. My son’s condition this morning warranted rapid response.
The hospital entrance was sparsely populated at the pre-dawn hour. My son went in and the staff immediately began their assessments. By the time I parked the car and walked in, he was almost ready to be moved into a treatment room in the back.
Four hours and a series of tests later, we were about to be discharged. The Physician Assistant went over the day’s activities, diagnosis, treatment plan, and what danger signs to watch for to prompt a hasty return. As she finished and left us, my son dashed to the restroom and vomited. I stepped out of the room, snagged the nurse on duty, and informed him that my son was experiencing the first danger sign of after care. They halted the discharge proceedings and changed treatment strategies in a moment.
Two more hours passed and my son stabilized well enough this time for us to safely leave the hospital and go home. His color is better. He’s hydrated again. Pain is greatly reduced. We both just want to get back to bed and restart the day.
Remember when you wrote down the first thought you had this morning? Great. Now write a post about it.