So I’m sitting by #2 daughter’s bedside in the emergency department.
I’m thankful that she appears to only have a combination of heat exhaustion and a stomach bug. They’re giving her IV fluids and gravol.
I’m thankful that the code they called earlier wasn’t my kid.
I’m thankful that I’m at one of the top children’s hospitals in the world.
I’m thankful that a roomful of people in the waiting room didn’t have to second guess if they should have brought their kid in today fearing the bill, because I’m in Canada after all.
They gave her something orally when she got here - Zafrin? - and then Gravol IV.
Hopefully it’s resolved by the morning. It’s been a long night, almost 5am and we got here at 8pm. My daughter and my wife are asleep but I haven’t been able to drift off.
The other good news is that Starbucks in the hospital just opened for the day about 10 minutes ago.
Now i just have to let the 20 people we are expecting for Rosh Hashanah dinner tonight that they are on their own.
Glad she’s doing better. I did something similar once with my son. Never any fun, but it’s nice when it’s something modern medicine can fix so quickly.
I have spent way too much time in hospitals with my kids. I know what you mean. Best wishes to the youngster and her parents. And happy Rosh Hashanah. (if that’s the proper sentiment)