Emote!

I barely slept last night. Ethan suddenly developed a fever and I was up most night taking his temperature, giving him sponge baths and his paracetamol round the clock. His mommy was off duty last night but Ethan still chose to sleep in my bed. His fever was in the vicinity of 39 degrees centigrade and even reached 40.2 degrees centigrade. At the crack of dawn daughter # 1 and I were up and about to take Ethan to the hospital.

We did not take him to the ER but went to our personal pediatrician's clinic at St. Luke's Hospital instead. The pediatrician has been my pediatrician and my kids' too. Yup! She's that old but is still one of the best. She looked over Ethan and found nothing of grave concern. She saw that Ethan's tonsils are so swollen and his chest congested. He was given a prescription for antibiotics.

What an inopportune time for Ethan to get sick. I have appointments for tomorrow that could not be set aside. Right now, his fever is gone. I just hope it stays that way so I could take him with me tomorrow.

Every time I emote about my "status" in life, something invariably comes up. Someone gets sick. Someone has school problems. Someone has work-related problems. Someone is nursing a broken heart. Someone is financially crippled. Someone is sad and problematic. And so the list goes on.

Thank you my online buddies fog giving me the heads up to take a well-deserved vacation. I will certainly think things over very carefully as there are two sides to the situation if I leave them for a month or so. First, they'd be able to cope without me. Yey! Second, they won't be able to cope thus affecting all other aspects of everyone's lives.

Now, if only I could accept the consequences of scenario # 2.

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