So Liam was sick all day today too. As his fever was still ever present and even getting worse, I decided I needed to put in a call with his pediatrician. They wanted him to come in later that afternoon. I packed my boys up and off we went. The diagnosis was something I was expecting: an ear infection in the one ear. This will be his second one to date. Of course, it’s also the second time we’ve caught it early so there’s always that. At the doctor’s office, his temperature had gone up to 104 degrees. The nurse had to take it twice, just to be sure. The child was pathetically lethargic and you just don’t know what that does to a pregnant mother’s heartstrings. It was so bad, that they gave him some ibuprofen right there on the spot to help bring it down (he was due soon anyhow, but I’d forgotten to bring it with me). So after we got our diagnosis, we were on our way.
I had to drop Kile back at the university so he could close up his office and get his van. Harry elected to go with him since Kile was going to stop by Walmart to pick up Liam’s antibiotics and a rotisserie chicken for dinner since I have STILL been unable to get to the grocery store to get any food. Kile was driving pulled into the student union parking lot which is notoriously cramped and awful. He was going to quickly hop out with Harry and I would get in the driver’s seat and get Liam home. But first, he had to pull into a spot. We got stuck behind a car in front of us that was backing out and pulling away when a gal on the right starting backing out. Kile honked at her. She kept going. He honked again. Still nothing. We were stuck, so all Kile could do was honk a third time as she backed right into us. D’oh! Of course, this wasn’t HER car or anything so she gave us her number as well as the number of the gal who the car actually belonged to. Kile also got the license plate number. There was a goodly sized dent in the front fender, surprising since she barely nudged us. But there you have it.
I took off and they took off and we put it behind us. Kile discovered the number he had for the car’s owner was not her number at all and belonged to a rather cranky person who jumped down his back for looking for someone who didn’t live there. This didn’t do wonders for his stress level. Thankfully, the increased dose the pediatrician gave Liam had great effect and he was practically his old self once we got back home. Warm still, sure, but actually interested in ripping around the floor and screeching at the dogs. Even better? Later on Kile went out to look at the damage to the fender and found there was no damage to the fender. Our best guess is it “popped” back out on it’s own. Nice!
So all’s well that ends well. I feel I should warn you all, expect a post from Kile tomorrow. He wants to do something like Liz is doing over at house of h where her husband will be posting on Mondays. Kile, however, will be posting on Fridays. I’ll be interested to see what he comes up with. He’s pretty excited and says he already has some great ideas. I’m scared, are you?