102.2

That is my little boy's temperature. You know, the one who went
to the doctor yesterday at 11:30, and was sent for an x-ray and an
EKG. The one I sat around the doctor's office with again from 3:30
to 4:30 because the x-ray techs hinted that the doctor should look
at the x-rays before we went home. The one the doctor said looked
fine to him on the x-ray. The one for whom the doctor called in an
antihistamine, but no antibiotic.

Today, my Hillbilly Mama called to see if the doctor had read the
radiologist's report on the x-ray. "Oh, no. You'll have to call back
this afternoon." I told my Hillbilly Husband to call, and ask if the
child wasn't supposed to get an antibiotic like my Hillbilly Mama
thought the doctor had told her before he rushed off to lunch.

Around 2:30, HH got the receptionist:

Does Dr. X know what the radiologist reported on my son's x-ray?
Oh, the radiologist's report shows that he has pneumonia.
Should he come back to the doctor?
No, just keep taking his medicine.
How is an antihistamine going to fix his pneumonia?
No. He got an antibiotic.
I picked it up myself, lady. It is Loratadine, an antihistamine.
Oh, here it is. It is on a scrip.
Can you call that in?
No. You'll have to come pick it up.
I can't be there by 5:00. I took off yesterday to go to the hospital
for his x-ray and EKG.
Well, somebody will have to pick it up.
What was the EKG finding?
Oh, you'll have to call back later to check on that. If there was
something wrong, they would have told you at the hospital.
(Like the x-rays, I suppose)

HH called HMama. She prettied up to drive over to the doctor's
office. #2, who spent the day with her, told her she looked much
better. She called to tell them she would come pick it up.


Well, I don't know why we can't call that in.
Should he go back to school?
No. Not for 24 hours after starting the antibiotic.
That's good to know. We almost sent him today, since there was
nothing wrong with him. But he felt too bad.

So I went by the pharmacy and it had been called in. They were
very nice, the pharmacy.

Now my baby has taken his Zithromax, and popped a fever of
102.2, and said he threw up a little in his mouth but swallowed it
because his vomit bowl was too far away. He says his throat hurts,
and his stomach (coughing for 5 days can do that to a little guy).
He has now been dosed with Tylenol Cough and Cold again, for
the fever. It hasn't much helped the cough. Because it's freakin'
PNEUMONIA.

Now I am mad. He came home with this Friday afternoon. After
waiting out the weekend, and seeing no progression into a snotty
nose and cold symptoms, I had HMama make him that appointment
Monday morning. And here it is, Tuesday night, and my boy just
got his medicine. Two days he had untreated pneumonia that could
have been treated. Two days he had to suffer because someone
messed up his diagnosis and medication. That's just wrong. I know
he's 7, but he's still my baby. I feel very bad for him. He doesn't
even want to play his GameBoy.

So much for my boring, uneventful day. I need to go check on my
baby again, to see if he's sweating out that fever yet.