The next day, my mom drove my dad to their local clinic and the doctor poked and plodded a little and took some blood, and then sent him home with directions of bed rest and drinking lots of Gadorade to stay hydrated. While, my parents were at the clinic, I received a frantic call from my middle son. He was in a lot of pain, as the wire on his braces was poking him in the cheek and wax was not helping. I had him call the orthodontist and they scheduled an emergency visit for the following day. However, this required a trip to camp to pick him up, a drive to Olympia to see the orthodontist, and then a drive back to camp - 3 hours!!
While sitting at the orthodontist, my mom called saying they were on their way to Olympia to go to the Group Health clinic there, because the clinic called back with the blood test results and were concerned because he had elevated liver enzymes. They wanted him to come to the hospital for more blood work and an ultrasound. They drive all the way to the Group Death. . . urr, rather the clinic in Olympia where they were told to come back the following day for the ultrasound. Grrrrr!! They scheduled it for Thursday evening, but late enough that I will have to drive, since my mom can not drive at night. I had plans for Thursday night, as I had been invited to my friend Gwen's Thrive party.
Yep, best laid plans. . .