Went to the doc today & got stuck with dr. pompous pontification (we've run into him before, subbing for Richie Cunningham; he told us 'go home & feed him prunes; he'll be fine' back when it took 3 solid days in-patient to get him un-impacted), who pooh-poohed my request for a chest x-ray after listening to Lars' lungs for, oh, less than 2 seconds.
Saw Alice for cranial & she thought his lower left lobe was of some concern. Called CCS this afternoon & they really want him to come in to the ER for blood & urine cultures, and a chest x-ray. Decided to go to Griffin's for Andey's birthday dinner & dinosaur cake first. Had a great time until Lars threw up all over Andey (happy birthday, mommy). Changed him & now he & I are on our way to children's. Andey & Joa heading home to sleep. Great part is the T-shirt we had to change him into was one he got for his birthday. Black with a white stick figure, falling down, says, "I do all my own stunts."
The ER staff should appreciate that.
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