Triage

I had already outgrown my early parental jitters by the time I learned the answer to beating the triage system in the emergency department. Many times I sat for hours waiting in outrage at being overlooked, concerned my child was on the verge of death. I had become blasé and happy to wait for the next day to see a doctor, except the night when Sophy had a high fever and complained of a headache and a sore neck. When I mentioned those symptoms, possibly meningitis, I was whisked immediately in to see a doctor. Turned out Sophy was alright.