Nascar and the E.R.

I had grand plans of detailing our outing (sans Thomas) to the Busch series race with my parents this weekend. (Loud does not even come close to describing it.)I even kept mental note of the "notable" fans to share with you. Which I must say kudos to the woman who has a full Willie Nelson pictorial on her bicep. That's what I call a true fan. We ended up having a great time, with some help from Jack Daniels, but were disappointed because there was no "big wreck."

However, this turned out to not be the most eventful part of our weekend. At approx 2:30 a.m. Sunday(that's with the time change) Thomas woke up crying and didn't stop. We knew something was wrong, but until today, the worst we had experienced was some gassy stomach and a couple of colds. So after a couple of doses of Mylacon and no break in the crying, we headed to the E.R. at 8:30. We get there and his ears are clear. Which is a good thing, but then they have to run tests. Blood and urine. I had to leave the room and let Brandon stay with T.
Then they come back with the results. Let's just say the words "We just need to rule out bacterial meningitis" is not something you ever want to hear. Especially when you know what they have to do to test for it. I, being the sleep deprived and emotional mother, became the parent I used to make fun of. After freaking out in the middle of Cook's Children's and then being reassured he's fine and meningitis free, we went home with the most vague diagnosis ever. Pretty much, "You're kid is sick. His white count is up. He has a fever... But we don't know why. That'll be $100."
So he still has a fever. But he's feeling better with the Tylenol. I think the anti-biotic shot is kicking in. And we're letting him watch all the football he wants. In his chair. Naked. With a wet rag on his head.

Whatever it takes.