Holy Headache Batman!!!

So, it's the last Friday of the school year 2010, and I just got off the phone with CPS and am rifiling through all of the papers on my desk, in my "to be filed" basket, in my filing cabinet, in my files, etc. and my cell phone rings.  I looked at it and it was my husband, and I picked up the phone and said "What's up?"  I was a bit frustrated and must have sounded like it (not that my husband was calling me, but because it was 5:30 on a Friday night, and I couldn't find the paperwork I was looking for.)  In the background, I can hear my six year old screaming, loudly I might add.  Steve proceeds to tell me that J came downstairs a few minutes ago and said that he has a "headache," was now screaming, begging to go to the doctor (background noise), and has a bloody nose that won't stop.  Hmmmm....I'm thinking.  Bloody nose is not all that unusual for J.  He gets them A LOT, and pretty bad, but a six year old with a headache that is making them scream and cry and beg to go to the doctor???  That concerned me a bit.  I told Steve to go ahead and take J to the ER and that I would meet him there.
I packed up my purse, bag, personal belongings (never did find my stinking paperwork...gonna have to go in tomorrow and find it) and headed out the door.  As I'm walking out of my office, Steve calls me back and says that J has now vomited three times.  Okay???  A bit more concerning...I go ahead and call the pediatrician's nurses line just to see what they suggest, (and maybe just for some reassurance???)  Who knows? 
Okay, so, I get to the ER before Steve does with three kiddos...I'm filling out paperwork as he's walking in with a child who is CLEARLY not well.  We sit down, and another family walks in with their child who appears to be a bit younger than J.  He looks to be well, but I never judge a book by it's cover, but this child certainly wasn't sitting in his own vomit, wasn't shaking like a leaf and wasn't sweating to the point that he looked like he'd been dipped in a swimming pool. 
As we sat there, poor J began to vomit again, and the very nice person who worked behind the glass, brought us a vomit bag so he wouldn't have to use the bowl that Steve had brought to use.  She also very kindly brought me a couple of wet cool towels for J as well as a dry one.  She could see that this poor baby was in agony.  I will say that as J began to vomit again, the lady who's son was sitting there not looking particularly ill said, "Oh my God!" as if my six year old could help it.  I really wanted to punch her at that moment, but resisted the urge.  She and her son were then called back to triage, to which J responded, "Mommy, we were here first, why do they get to go back before we do?"  The kind lady behind the glass explained that she had spoken to the triage nurse and told her about how sick J was and that the triage nurse just had to "evaluate the other child's mental health status first."  Are you kidding me???  Really???  I deal with suicidal kids...I'll do the suicide watch if someone will please take care of my obviously very ill child.  I don't mean to be ugly or mean in any way at all!!!  Our mental health system is lacking in many ways especially when it comes to children, but really???
Okay...off my soapbox there.  Finally, they get J back to triage and everything is looking okay except his body temp is down to about 95.6 or so.  They take us to a room, and the kind lady from behind the desk gets J a gown so he can take off his clothing that he had gotten sick all over.  I lay down on the bed with him, and we lay there for a few minutes.  The doctor finally decides to show up.  When he does, he asks J if his head still hurts.  J says "no."  Funny, because I had asked him approximately 3 minutes before and he had said it did.  J did say his tummy was still upset though.  The doc does an exam on J (a very lame one might I ad considering what symptoms Steve and I were describing and the fact that this is a six year old child), and says he's going to give J some Zofran and fluids and watch him.  J took the Zofran and ate a popcicle and after about 2hrs the doc came back in and said we were good to go.  When I questioned the doctor about what he thought the problem was he said he had no idea.  Really???  Are you gonna try to find out???  Because that was some scary stuff back there!!!  Nope, he said that because J was acting 'normal' now any cat scan he gave him would show 'normal.'  Well, okay buddy, but how about you ask me if my kid has hit his head on anything today (no he didn't but that would have been a good question to ask...and J could have and not remembered), or how about asking me if my child had been out in the heat at all today.  Hmmm...there's a thought!!!  NOTHING!!!  All he said was he was going to go print us some paperwork.  So, I thought to myself, I'm being to hard on this guy...it'll be on the paperwork.  Ya know what was on the paperwork?!?!?!?  NOSEBLEEDS!!!  Really?  Did that doctor really think I took my child to the emergency room and pay an obscene amount of money for a nosebleed?  Oh, my goodness!!!
At any rate, I was in tears, and scared because my baby had just had this really scary episode and all the ER doctor could say was that he "didn't know" and then give me some paperwork on nosebleeds.  UGGH!!!
Well, today was J's first indoor soccer game, and he was very concerned about missing it.  We told him that unless his pediatrician (or another one in the office) told us he could play, that he was NOT playing soccer today.  J, Steve and I all prayed together last night that his headache would stay away and that the doctor would let him play soccer today.
Thankfully, they are open for a couple of hours on Saturday.  I called this morning and they got him right in.  Dr. Day, (whom I made sure understood that I did not take my child to the ER for a nosebleed...he got it....score for me), did a very thorough, standard, neuro exam on J.  You know what the ER doctor should have done (in my humble non-medical opinion).  He also said that J looks like a million bucks today and that he could play soccer!!!  SCORE FOR J!!!  His conclusion???  J ingested something...like maybe somebody had put some chemicals in their yard or something.  We have not, but who knows when boys are riding their bikes around the neighborhood and crash into some one's grass.  It's quite possible.  I am so relieved that this was a one time deal (hopefully).  J gets nosebleeds...we can deal with that.  NO problem.  I'm not taking him to the ER for it though...that's craziness.
AND the BEST PART....Mr. J blocked about 20 shots on goal this morning and scored two goals of his own.  Way to go Jaden!!!