I wish it was laying in bed, reading the paper and listening to NPR while my servant brought me a french press and fresh fruit and a warm scone. Really, that would have been preferable.
When, in reality, this is how it went... I was laying in bed, wondering if the woman who paged me at 11:30 last night was in fact having a heart attack, or was in just indigestion. While eating my oatmeal for brekky, I logged on to work and decided to do some follow-up. I had told her to go to the ER to be seen. Shockingly, there was no record of her being in the ED last night. Well, maybe she went to the private hospital down the street. While I was there at the computer, I decided to follow up on another patient...
So I got a call from a mom at 6:30 last night. She was concerned that her child may have been harmed, intentionally. I was concerned that her child was harmed, intentionally. We talked for probably 10 minutes on why she needed to take her child to the ED to be seen by a pediatrician, and she was in complete agreement. So, shockingly, that child also wasn't seen in the ED last night. ARGH! So, had she gone to the ED last night, at bare minimum, the child would have been evaluated by the pedi res/doc, who could have gotten the story better than I did over the phone, and they would have all the info needed to involve social services, and maybe the police. However, since she didn't show up to the ED, and since I'm a "mandatory reporter" the fact that I have concerns about the welfare of this child means that this morning I had to try to reach this mother, and when I failed at doing that, I had to call social services and pass on what paltry information I did have. 2 hours of phone calls and forms. The mom isn't answering her phone... And all I can think about is if this kid is ok...
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