obamacare can’t come soon enough

A couple of weeks ago the kid was sick. Not sick like sniffles and cough, or even sick like yarfing all over our bed (which, WTF, kid? Mama’s lap is the only place suitable for vomit?) – he was sick with a fever, and fevers mean trouble.

I mean, right? Beth in Little Women dies of a fever. (Was I supposed to spoiler tag that? SORRY, EVERYONE WHO HAS NOT READ LITTLE WOMEN BUT WHO ALSO READS MY BLOG. Beth dies, and also Amy is a bitch.) The Velveteen Rabbit gets set on fire, because of a fever.* Helen Keller. BLIND AND DEAF. Why? FEVER.

So as you can imagine, I was a little bit, shall we say, concerned. About the fever.

But here’s the other thing: we don’t have health insurance. We haven’t had health insurance since the Poorpocalypse of ’10, when all of the money in the world spontaneously decided to opt out of being part of our income. So instead of fretting to an advice nurse, I fretted about on the internet (which, I hasten to point out, sort of universally said that unless his fever went over 106 for any length of time it was probably ok) and felt like the World’s Worst Parent while fever-kid lay on top of me and was feverish and also I couldn’t work. True story.

And of course if his fever had gone over 106 or if it hadn’t gotten better after five days we would have brought him into urgent care immediately, or possibly faster than that. The money part of it wasn’t the issue – the accessibility part of it was. If we’d been card-carrying insured people, I probably would have brought him to the doctor, just because I could – and the doctor would have checked him out and given him some Tylenol and told us to get some Pedialite and bring him back if he got worse. Which is what we were doing already.

It would have made me feel better, being told that we were taking the best care of him that we could by an actual M.D. instead of Dr. Google.

But we pushed fluids and encouraged naps and snuggled with him nonstop and the fever broke on its own, finally, and the kid perked right up and was running around like a crazy person again. So looking back, we did just fine.

But it still bothers me. I dislike the feeling that I was making a choice – the choice to wait it out and see if he got better – based on the fact that we didn’t have insurance rather than any deep-seated belief that the kid was going to be fine.

And he is fine. But UGH.

*It is possible that my memory of childhood classics is a bit hazy.

4 thoughts on “obamacare can’t come soon enough”

  1. Wow, Baba, how scary! We don’t have any history with weird fever-related badness, which is one of the things we took into account when we decided to hold off on seeing a doctor. And like I said, if he’d had anything else going on or if his fever hadn’t broken, we’d have had him at the doctor’s office in a heartbeat.


  2. In my family, children under 7 often have seizures (convulsions) when fever is higher than about 104. There is little that frightens a parent more than when a child suddenly stiffens, ceases breathing, and turns blue. It happened to me, my father, and my son. Just from a common fever, like Rubella or Mumps. I don’t believe the 108 number. If your child is over 104.5, take them to wherever you can for immediate treatment. No one will criticize you. Don’t take chances.


  3. 108, I know! Doesn’t that seem ridiculously high? For me *personally* the freakout temp was anything over 105, but it was sort of reassuring to know that he still had several degrees to go before anyone in the medical profession would freak out. (And the 105 temp only lasted one day and one very LONG night.)


  4. Dude, I HAVE insurance and just went through this with a kid – and they did exactly that in the ped’s office and in the Urgent Care when I freaked out a little. For kids Sb’s age they say 108F is the freak out temp! Can you imagine? Don’t beat yourself up about it.


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