Thursday, March 06, 2008

Just Take. The. Time.

That's what my boss said to me about a half hour ago. "You have the time. Take it. Resolve this." (Not in a mean way, more in a I can see how this is wearing on you way...)

And it is.

The school nurse called again today. Max came to her office & she said that he "seems to be in real pain." More than other times. She was like: "I understand you want to wait, but you really should get this checked." I explained that I was at work, could not leave right away, and that it would take me about an hour in travel time. I also said that I would call my sitter - to see if she could get there before me.

I check my work voice mail - a message from Max's teacher. She NEVER calls. Max seems really uncomfortable. In pain. She's been watching and doesn't think there's anything bothering him. "I understand that you want to wait, but you really should get this checked."

I fly out of work in a near panic, visualizing him crying for me... in an ambulance.... on his way to the hospital for an emergency stomachache-ectomy! Or some such immediate emergency procedure that can't wait for me to return! Of course! There I am, on the subway.. unable to be reached by cell phone. I don't know if I can really explain that feeling... knowing your child could be in possible distress - that this is the fastest way to get to him - and being totally out of contact. (And yes, I know, this is how it was before cell phones.. but allow me my moment of drama!)

I call a friend who lives in my building. She is conveniently (for me) out of work. She picked up Max. You know, my sitter is very competent.. but I just felt better having him with a MOM. (Ok, a Dad would have been ok, too...)

I pick him up. He's fine. Hungry. "My stomach hurts a little..."

I talk to my boss. She was very nice. "Soo..... You really should have that checked, you know?"

All these people, of course, want this resolved. As do I. But I was hoping to be able to do it in the least invasive way possible...

I left a message for the Dr. (about 4 hours ago! Why haven't they called me back yet?!?!) and I guess I'll just see.....


Julie Pippert said...

I hope it's okay. Let us know, okay?

Maybe it is simple, like reflux.

Anonymous said...

You know I read your last 5 or 6 reports about all this, and the thing about the 4th grader being a bully really sticks out. I was picked on sometimes in school and remember not wanting to go. My temper usually won the day as I fought my way out of a few scrapes, but that should not have been the way it was resolved.
I hope Max is doing better. You never get a break from trama no matter how old they are, so you might as well know it now.
Even if they are 27 and 25, you still have the same worries.
I wish you the best of luck and news on Max and his stomach woes.

Gwen said...

Ooh. I really hope you get an answer soon.

Family Adventure said...

Oooh...did the doctor call you back? What's the scoop?

Hope Max feels better soon (and I truly hope it isn't a school problem...).