It's never a good thing to get a frightening call from the babysitter that your child is crying and won't stop. When Lizzy called me to tell me that Camden was complaining of a stomach ache and I could hear him screaming in the background, my heart dropped.
I rushed out of the office to pick him up, and when I arrived he was still crying and writhing on the ground. I assumed it must be appendicitis, so I whisked him to CHOC, even though I knew this would be an expensive, and possibly long ordeal. It seemed serious so I didn't want to take any chances.
We had NO wait in the waiting room, they took us back to triage and then to a bed immediately. So I guess either the nurses could see the panic in my eyes, or they thought it was serious too.
As soon as we got into our room, "Happy Camden" made his appearance.
So four hours, one ultrasound, one pic line and $350 later, they determined he did not have appendicitis, but rather had strep throat. And this whole ordeal could have been avoided if he was specific enough to say "my throat hurts" instead of "my tummy hurts."
SIGH.
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