National healthcare is great – when you can use it.
Up until last week, I didn’t know that I could take the kids to the doctor to register them for health services by myself. A seems to have to be present for everything else, and I figured they’d want to see proof of residence and a work permit, etc.
Anyway, I didn’t go.
So, of course L got sick.
There was a little while today that I thought we’d have to take him to the emergency room – because that’s the only place we could go and get treated. But…BUT, A went and picked up some acetaminophen and L’s fever is down to 101.
He’s still grumpy and wants to be held and to watch Cars over and over and over, but he’s a little cooler than he was earlier in the day.
Good, good. No emergency trip for us in the first 2.5 weeks of living here. I’m going to take that as a sign…and take the kids to the doctor to register tomorrow if L is still feeling terrible.
For now we’re all just trying to catch up on missed sleep from last night. L kept me up with his mumbling. At one point he sat straight up in the bed and said, “garlic” and went back to sleep.
OhhhhhKaaayy…just a little weird. And where did he come up with garlic of all things?
Since neither A or I talk in our sleep, I am confident that this can be blamed on some other relative.
Fess up everyone. Larry, Pat? Greg, Jeanne? Are YOU naming vegetables in the middle of the night?
