Took Em to our new family doctor this afternoon for a follow-up visit . . . and the doctor took one look at her throat and sent us back to the ER. (St. Lawrence this time. Very familiar.) The ER doctor took one look at her throat and informed me that she was going to be admitted . . . that was about five hours ago - the blink of an eye in hospital time - and now Emil's come home from work, had dinner, and is sitting at the ER with her while I snuck out for a bite to eat, to gather some things, and to head back. I don't know if I'll be able to stay overnight; you would think that in the past seventeen years they'd have modernized the hospital so that they do have places for parents to sleep, but we'll see. At the UM 'holding pen' on Saturday night, I scored a really comfortable recliner . . .

I can't imagine that I'm going to be in any shape to teach tomorrow. If I could figure out a way not to, I would, but I've already missed this class once, I'm horribly late returning some papers, and I am getting seriously worried about the amount of work I've missed this past couple of weeks. (Not to mention the state of my online classes, which is not pretty.)

Oh, well. I suppose I ought to get going and just soldier on. It's hard when night is closing in and I'm worried, worried, worried about why this kid's tonsils don't seem to be responding to antibiotics . . . and whether the mono is making things worse, and whether she has mono at all, whether we've gotten anything close to an accurate diagnosis, and so on and so on and so on . . .

Oh, well, again. Everything will look better in the morning, I'm sure . . .