As a young child I had a very good family doctor. Dr. Kinear (Sp?)was gruf and loud and didn't take any biting from little girls who didn't want to get their vaccinations. So all the unpleasantness of yesterdays excursion to the Emergency Ward was taken with stride, I think.
Showing up at the Emergency to have myself and children examined for a cold was not well received. The first question they ask as you come in the door is "Why are you here"? Having to tell them that I didn't know what I was up against with the vomiting and the coughing and the frequent trips to the bathroom for all of us didn't do anything for their threshold.
The doctor was the real treat. I haven't met anyone else, who like my grandmother, can chastise, belittle and sooth without changing tone or volume. None of my direct questions were actually answered, I was told to purchase Imodiem and Children's gravol to deal with the violent attributes of whatever we actually have and we were off.
Not a pleasant experience but effective I suppose. So, I could go to bed last night knowing that my children were looked at by a doctor and presumably have nothing that is life threatening. Regardless of having taken them to Emergency when the family doctor wasn't available for more than a week.
Just doing the best I can.
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