What a day. Woke up this morning to discover that Liam had apparently scratched his eye — his left eye was red and had a semi-visible scratch on it — on the eye ball. (And yes, this is a remarkably similar injury, down to being in the same eye, as my horse was discovered to have yesterday.)
So, we proceeded (as parents do) to discuss taking him to the doctor, versus seeing if he improved on his own, and the logistics of each plan. Dan went to work, and called from the office to talk to our new pediatrician, who, it turns out, doesn’t have office hours on Thursdays, so he called her cell and left a message. Hours passed, and I stared at his eye all morning (he seemed to really enjoy all the “face” time with mommy) and tried to figure out whether I should leave him alone, take him to the emergency room or call another doctor.
Dan finally got a hold of our pediatrician, and after some debate back and forth (always made easier by language barriers) we decided to have him seen by a pediatric opthamologist who, conveniently enough, works out of the same office as our pediatrician (across the street) . . . but who is also out of the office on Thursdays. I’m a mom — I said I wanted to see the specialist, and after a few more phone calls, she decided to come in (on her day off) and meet us.
Meanwhile, I’d had existing plans to meet with a potential primary care doctor for myself today. Her office is on the next block from here, so I went ahead and went to that appointment while the pediatric ophthalmologist came in to meet us. My new doctor (who is amazing, and, weirdly enough, has the same name as my childhood pediatrician) took a look at Liam’s eye, too, and wasn’t worried. But, as I am a mom, that didn’t do it for me. (I did find out that my new doctor does *house calls*. How great will that be in January when I have the flu and don’t have to tote both kids out in the snow to get a diagnosis?)
So, after that, we headed to the pediatric ophthalmologist — who was also wonderful. She had, in fact, come in on her day off, with both of her children (one of whom is 4 months old) just to see us . . . and tell us that Liam is completely fine. We got some drops for his eye as a precaution, but she’s not worried about him.
Benjamin, Liam and I then headed off for the pharmacy, to get the eye drops . . . and then I get a text from Dan. He has (because some part of him still thinks he’s 12) jumped down half a flight of stairs at worked and pulled a muscle in his leg and is in the infirmary. (Yes, really — and he’s going to be fine.) They set him up with an ice pack and he took a nap while resting his leg. Then he got a note from the nurse excusing him from the rest of the day at work, and tomorrow as well.
So, today, we met two great doctors (one of which came in on her day off to see us) and got a day off of work. (Granted, Dan is in some pain, but perhaps there is some education in there for him, as well.) Good work, Austrian health care system!