So I go to the dr. on Friday to make sure this hasn't turned into anything worse and find out I have the flu. Swine flu? They didn't know and I had been sick too long to be given tamiflu (sp?) So then I think 'my baby!' and the dr. says to bring him in if I'm worried. I bring him in for a 2:30 appt. and they want him to go to Children's Hospital by nurse transport. His oxygen is 85% and he's dehydrated and lethargic. They give him iv fluids and tylenol and steroids and albuterol and the paramedics arrive and then the nurses arrive with their rig. I'm just answering the questions and staying out of the way but close enough to baby. He's stabilized and taken to the stretcher: little baby, big stretcher. He's wheeled out through the medical building lobby like a movie star and we go together to the hospital where we stay for 5 hours to make sure he stays ok after meds wear off, which he does. They clear us to leave. By now spouse and daughter have arrived and we drive home together. My car is still in the Medical center parking lot.
Spouse informs me that he ordered my dinner for me: low carb eggplant and chicken dish. I thank him because aside from a Myoplex shake on the way to my dr's appt. and the beef broth, apple juice and apple slices the nurses at the hospital provided, I haven't eaten.
And I say thank you, knowing the meal has dairy in it. Lots of melted cheese. And you know what?
Yes, you do.

The thing is that now I think, whatever.