don't heal thyself that way!!

The day started off pretty well, with sleeping in a bit before heading to the preschool to see the Birmingham Children's Theater perform The Little Engine That Could. Dennis seemed tired afterward and asked to come home instead of going to get lunch (a bit shocking). When we got home, he claimed the couch and snuggled under blankets, shivering with fever. He said his stomach hurt. I hated to start our spring break this way, for sure, but this all faded in significance soon. After the ibuprofen got to work, he danced around and played and appeared much better. I was working on the laundry in his room, and he stepped out to get some toys from the living room. He came back in screaming and holding out his bleeding finger, telling me it was "the worst boo-boo ever." I ran him to the bathroom and ran the faucet over his wound while asking him what happened. He claimed that he didn't know, so I carried him to the living room to look for what poked him. After a couple minutes, he said "I think we should go check your bedroom." So I followed him to David's side of the bed where I saw David's Epi-pen dismantled and lying on the pillow. So we made a quick drive to the emergency room where they monitored his heart rate for a couple of hours and kept watch on his finger (which turned white for hours). They sent us home with instructions to watch him and bring him back if his finger didn't continue to pink up or he started acting odd. Scary! I didn't know what his little system would do with a full adult dose of epinephrine on board! He was shaky but otherwise okay. He told the doctor and nurses "it's okay--Jesus is taking care of me!". And He certainly did!

As if that wasn't enough, he spent the rest of his evening on the couch burning up (well, shivering) with fever. And he vomited a couple of times. The consensus was that this was unrelated to his injection. We're to alternate Tylenol and Motrin until it goes down (and it's over 102), and I'm preparing for a long night! I'm just glad he didn't harm himself too badly with the Epi-pen! I have no idea what he was doing with it, and he was so afraid we'd be mad (and we would have been if we weren't so panicked at the time). I hope he has learned something. I've learned that maybe I can't let him out of my sight after all!