I always seem to discover new wrinkles in Elli's health in the wee hours of the morning. Maybe it's because I'm less distracted or less focused on the task at hand. Maybe that's just the way this world works.
I'm up at 12:53am debating with myself about the urgency of my latest finding. I've been watching it for the last few days, watching it worsen. And tonight it is so bad that I'm now fully convinced that a doctor needs to know.
But which one? The doctor most appropriate just left the team he was on, and I have no idea who is taking over. Well, I have a name. Or I did. In a letter that I probably sorted through yesterday and pitched as irrelevant. Drat. I always do that. Reason number 1294 why I don't get rid of paper.
OK, so maybe I just pick someone. They'll tell me who to call if they aren't the right one.
But when should I call? Tomorrow is the worst day I could possibly pick to call -- the hospital launches a whole new computer system for the call center and scheduling tomorrow.
I could page someone. But I really don't think this is that urgent. It can certainly wait until normal waking hours. But it can't wait too long or she'll get seriously ill. I wonder if they'll do surgery? Maybe we can change some things around or bring in some new equipment...?
Should I email them instead? (If I email, I can do it Right Now and feel like I Did Something.) Again the question of who, plus the fact that it is actually almost 1am and perhaps that's a little weird.
Ok. This is getting ridiculous. (Or I'm just now realizing that fact.) I have to go to bed. Surely six hours won't make that big of a difference. Except that I get a front row seat to the "Big Bang" as they are affectionately referring to this computer system switch-over. It's a good thing I stocked up on popcorn Saturday.
