Imagine my shock when Ollie's PPD was looking a bit reactive. How about the next day when it was twice as big. Well OH SHIT, we have a problem. The pediatrician seemed a little unexpecting of that as well. Oh hell, now what? You wait, that's what. One doctor has to talk to another doctor and the other doctor has to decide they want to help you, ect, ect, ect. This was on Monday, we were scheduled to see the pediatric pulmonologist on Wednesday. I had two days to come to the current understanding of what fear was really about. My son might have tuberculosis.....but let's be totally honest; what red blooded white, American middle class baby gets tuberculosis?And where in the hell could it have come from?? Fear; do any of the other boys have it? Fear; does Ollie REALLY have TB? Two days to grind my head into a stone and WAIT.
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