Yesterday afternoon Deklan came down with a runny nose, then last night he was so stuffed up that he had a hard time sleeping. By this morning he was coughing. So, I called around and got an appointment with a pediatrician for 10:00 this morning. I made sure to clarify with them that they excepted our new insurance and headed to town (it is a 30 minute drive to anything here). I get to the Dr. office, check in, give the recepitionist my insurance card, fill out all the necessary paperwork and took a seat in the waiting room. 25 minutes later, the receptionist calls me up to the desk and informs me that they don't accept our insurance. AGGGGGHHHHHH! (reminder- I asked them when I made the appointment if they accepted our insurance and they said yes). So I call Nate at work, and have him give me the number to another pediatricians office. They have an appointment, but not until 1:30 this afternoon. Ok, so I decided to cruise around town, run a few errands and explore the area a little bit instead of driving home for an hour just to have to turn around and come back. I did accidentally find a wonderful shopping center with a Target, Ross, Michaels, Kohls, Maurices, and Marshalls in it, so I did some window shopping to help pass the time.
So, then to the doctor appointment. I walk in to the clinic to be met by an very unfriendly "Ursula." I check in and hand her my insurance card. Deklan starts to cough. She says to me in her very deep manly voice, "Mam, this is the well child waiting room, you need to move over there" and looks at a tiny room over in the corner. So I cowerdly pick up all my stuff and move to the sick child waiting room. Anyways, besides Ursula, the staff was very nice and super helpful. The doctor diagnosed Deklan with pnemonia and a double ear infection. UGH! The poor kid is so sick. So, the doctor sent me home with a nebulizer, a list of medications and a treatment schedule. I get out to the car, take a deep breath and call Nate to give him the news. I am crying to him about how bad I feel that Deklan is so sick and how I feel like such a horrible mom for letting him get so sick and BAMB! I got rear-ended!!!!! I immediatly burst into a sobbing mess, turn around to check on Deklan, who is sleeping and pull of the side of the road. The elderly man and his wife get out of there car to see me in tears, and immediatly start to apologize. I had to explain to them that I was already crying and I wasn't crying about the car week. Luckily, there was not much damage to either car, just a scratch in the paint and we went our seperate ways.
I might be being a little dramatic but I think I had a TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY. Not near as bad as this poor little guy though. I sure hope he gets feeling better soon. Love you little man!