So I've totally freaked myself out. Logan turned up with a weird rash yesterday that looks more like a bunch of broken blood vessels all over his body... and I do mean all over... think groin, armpits, eyelids. No, it's not chicken pox. Dr. Bahtia seems to think that it is partly heat rash, which is a bit strange since it's not been so hot here lately, but she is also concerned about the bigger spots on his body, so she sent him to our local hospital for STAT blood draw. Matt took him. They both survived. He was brave. And I am a puddle. The doctor's office should call first thing tomorrow, and guess who will be first on the call list in the morning, nicely being forceful, trying to figure out what is going on. At this point, as the spots continue to crop up, I am terrified that it is something far greater than anything that I can imagine, but at this point, all we can do is wait, and wait, and wait, and wait. 8 a.m. cannot come soon enough.
Stay tuned for results. I promise I won't make you wait.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment