Roo Illness.

Roo has been since early Sunday morning.

First it was loose poop, and the rest of us were feeling unwell, so I cancelled on Mrissa and we spent the day schlepping around.

We had a Great Hair Debacle (I'm still picking tufts of hair out of the damndest places, thanks to our little Roo... and I don't want to know how it got in the Corn Pops box.).

He seemed to be feeling better, from about 2 until 4 yesterday afternoon.

Then more diarrhea.  Then the fever.

Then the tachypnea.

I'm taking the next 2 days off work and taking him to the physician today.  Because dammit, fever and tachypnea, while they likely go together...

...mutter.  I have to do this without storming in and demanding a chest x-ray.

This is hard.

Wait Times, or: All Pigs Are Equal

This should make niherlas happy.  See?  They don't treat me any different than they treat you.

I called.  Three times.

Was on hold for 30 minutes.

Got the appointment (9:20).

Arrived at 9:05. 

Waited in the waiting area from 9:10 until 9:50.

Got roomed.

Waited in the room from 9:55 until 10:15.

Talked with Dr. Lundin for 2 minutes.  Physical exam of uncooperative Roo ("You you you you not GOCTOR!  You you you you NOOOOOO!  You you you you not REAL GOCTOR GO 'WAY!") took 4 minutes.  Diagnosis and post-diagnosis counseling took 30 seconds ("Viral illness.  Bet you know what to look for better than I do.")

No CXR.

Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

Steps. Contracts. Dragon.

10,790

Attempted to get the name of a contract attorney today by asking someone at clinic; got a name, but the man's moved out of state.

Will be trying again tomorrow night.  In the meantime, those three contracts sit on my desk like a reproach.

Almost done with the rewrites on the dragon story.  Not sure if I fixed it or broke it.