December 26, 2010

• Over a week of vomit and diarrhea makes Logan a dehydrated boy.  Christmas Day = no urgent care centers are open.  We could maybe have waited until tomorrow, but tomorrow is Sunday = no urgent care centers are open.  We could not have waited until Monday, so today... tomorrow... either way, he was going to the ER.  Why wait, then?

  Looking pathetic in his baggy jammies (but cute coat), Logan walked through the doors of the hospital toting his shiny steel barf bowl.  The nurse welcomed him to his ER room, "What is your name?"  "Logan."  "You're cute."  "I know."  Later, when Logan was rattling off impressive math facts (no, I can't spell my last name, but I know 300 + 400 = 700), she said, "You're smart."  "I know.")

  He was so still and good for the needle.  "I wish all my patients could be as good as you."  The bed tilts and rolls and all sorts of fun things, "This is actually fun."  Well, I'll remember that next time Silverwood is closed for rain.  As we left, he said, "The only worst parts were the waiting and the pins."
  

  

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