We have a choice…
In my quest to graduate, you might agree that this semester goes down in the ranks of history. I have endured a horrible car accident, the unexpected passing of my mother, one unsympathetic teacher and having to support my husband as he travels to and fro to Asheville to care for his ailing mother. My rocky path had finally appeared to be smoothing out. Just like many other college students I should have been studying, but decided to party. (smile) But now it was crunch time. I had been spending long hours in the design lab and Monday was no different. I could even see the light at the end of the tunnel and it wasn’t a train.
Then, my phone rang. It was the school nurse and Sweet Boy was sick. 102 degrees of sick. As I left the lab and with it another chance to catch up, I decided I had two choices with this latest hurdle. I could stop right before it, or I could try and jump it and continue running towards my goal.
There was a small part of me that just wanted to panic and freak out. Particularly when the Luke AFB pediatric clinic informed me that:
A. They had no appointments available.
B. The commander of the pediatric group had recently decided that too much money was being spent on Urgent Care and they could no longer authorize such visits but I could call back tomorrow and TRY to get an appointment or that the nurse could take up to 24 hours to call me.
Ok, so I didn’t panic, but I did growl a bit.
I explained that I was not some nervous Nellie of a mother. That I had worked in the medical field for over 10 years. I asked that they take a look at my son’s chart as they would find that in the last 6 years I have taken Sweet Boy to the doctor 6 times and 5 of the visits were scheduled well child appointments. My boy was sick and he needed to be seen. If need be I would then become one of those people who uses the ER incorrectly. But my boy WOULD be seen. I would also be writing to their Commander in Chief, who very recently had signed a certain bill that guaranteed better health care and wouldn’t he be shocked to learn that a A.F. veteran’s child was being denied care. In the mean time could they please connect me to their patient advocacy department? I was put on hold.
After a few minutes I was told that a referral to Urgent Care had been approved. So we went. My Sweet Boy has an ear and sinus infection and a vicious strain of Strep Throat that quickly multiplies like gang busters. This is why he ate a huge breakfast on Monday morning and skipped to the school bus.
So we are home through Thursday. I am trying to do homework in the midst of caring for my sick child.
Because I have already decided that I am going to win this race.
Laura
"I Can Do All Things Through Christ Who Strengthens Me" ~Philippians 4:13
