We're at a teaching hospital. I suppose that's a good thing. Because even the residents and attendings seem puzzled. Someone needs to teach them what to do here... We all knew my kid was special, but he doesn't need to be a medical mystery on top of everything else.
More tests today...More bloodwork... My kid looks like a human pin cushion. He freaks out every time he has to lay on his back because he's convinced someone is going to jab him with a needle, push on his belly with ultrasound paddles or examine him.
The good news, if there is any in this situation, is that Andrew has been fever free for more than 24 hours and that meant he could go to the playroom today. He loved the change in scenery and being able to actually move around.
We're here at least through Saturday. Maybe by then, someone can tell me exactly what the hell is wrong with my son.
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