Saturday, March 29, 2014

Patience, grasshopper.

Yesterday I admitted a kid with pneumonia.  He looked pretty miserable, with a  high fever, working to breathe and needing oxygen by face mask.  I started him on treatment and told his parents it could take a few days.
Today, when I made rounds, his mother accosted me anxiously.  She wanted me to "run more tests" since, according to her, he wasn't getting any better (in less than 24 hours!).

When I went in to look at him, his fever was much lower.  He was breathing more easily.  He needed less oxygen, and was even hungry.  Needless to say, I did NOT order more tests.