On the way to the ER tonight with Gage. Nothing kidney related. Just back luck, a swing in the eye, and a "black spot in the middle of my eye, where I can’t see anything."

Yeah.

Update: When Gage returned from Cub Scouts with Grandpa I called his eye doctor and got a resident on call. She had wanted me to bring him in to the ER but he was tired and wanted to go to bed so he was already upstairs. She said if he got up early and was still seeing a "black spot" to call her and she would meet us at the office early, before the 8:30 opening time. After about 15 minutes I went to check on him and he was awake and started crying. That is when I decided to take him in. Julian was at his nephew’s graduation so I called our always-there friend Kathy, who was at our house in 20 minutes. Before I left I called the doctor’s answering service so they could let her know we were on the way to the ER – in other words, don’t go to bed, because that on-call beeper you carry will go off.

There was an exam by the ER doc, with drops in the eye, by the way. And for the record, Gage does not like eye drops. It was very dramatic and involved three of us holding him down. He was not a happy boy. He called the doctor a "Knuckle Headed Butt" who I think said "sometimes I am." The second time we held him he hit the ER doctor’s arm. That’s nice, isn’t it? In the eye doctor on call’s wisdom, she called the ER to find out if Gage had arrived (an hour after we were there) and just came on over. Her doing that probably saved a couple of hours of our time last night. As it was we got home about 12:45am.

Gage’s eye has a significant scratch on the surface. The "black spot" comment worried her so she did a full exam to check the cornea and retina. All are well. As fate would have it Gage has an eye exam scheduled next Thursday so we’re all set for a follow-up visit without the drama of setting an appointment. Lucky us.

I will say that when I called my friend Carol, she did point out that there was good news and bad news. Bad: we were on the way to the hospital again. Good: he got hurt doing a regular, healthy kid thing like running around on a playground.

I’m sure I’ll agree when I get some sleep.