It began with a drive to Brisbane to visit friends and new babies...and it ended with a three hour adventure at the Emergency Department at our local hospital.
Let me elaborate.
I started to cough a bit yesterday.
Mum thought it was the reflux coming back because she was experimenting with reducing my medication.
But the cough got worse until I was hacking like a pack-a-day smoker.
And then the wheeze started, and that's when mum called the 13 Health hotline. Predictably, they told Mum to take me to the hospital. Mum didn't think I was all that bad, so she decided she would take me to the Base hospital instead of forking over the big bucks to go private.
We arrived at hospital and waited...and we waited...and we waited...
Finally, we got to see the triage nurse. She took some obs and declared me to be possibly the cutest baby she'd ever seen. Her colleague at the front desk concurred.
Healthwise, they didn't seem too concerned but told us to wait for the doctor anyway.
So wait we did. For three hours. At 11:30, Mum was told there were three people ahead of us. At midnight, there were four. And that's when we gave up and went home.
There'll be a sequel tomorrow, because that's when I'm going back to my own doctor.
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