Wednesday Night Fever

Fever v2.0, now with eye crud!

Twice today, Jack's temperature has been over 100. And about mid-morning he started with the yellow disgusting crud oozing from his right eye.

After consulting Dr. Google, I determined I should probably, ya know, call his pediatrician for an actual diagnosis or something. The nurse returned my call and after a short discussion where I tried to make him sound as unsick as possible -- "No, he's eating great and playing like normal. Well, yes, he has had a fever for over 72 hours. The eye gunk? Well, um, yeah, that's been all day, not only when he's sleeping." -- she decided we should come in.

It was 6:45 p.m. by this time and I assumed she meant tomorrow. Imagine my surprise when she said we could come in tonight. Too bad we were 120 miles away from the office.

I mean how often does your pediatrician actually have an opening, much less after regular business hours? I had to decline her spectacular offer and instead will call in the morning for a walk-in appointment.

Let's hope tonight is better than last night, which featured an hour-long wakeful period at 3 a.m. I mean, sure, practicing your consonant sounds at 3 a.m. sounds like a grand idea. But in reality, even "Baba Mama" loses its appeal in the middle of the night.

I'm sure it was payback, however, for the use of the nasal aspirator immediately preceding the wakeful period. But kiddo -- you can't breathe with your nose all full of snot. I have to get it out. Sorry you feel this violates your civil rights, but it's got to be done.

Here's to hoping the doctor tells us it's pink eye. Because that would be oh so much fun.