My daughter woke up today running a fever. 101.1º. Worrisome, I suppose, but not Earth-shaking. I kept her home, and gave her the doctor-recommended Tylenol/Motrin cocktail. An hour later, her fever spiked up to 104.5º. NOW I was worried. Of course, when you’re dealing with your child, part of being SuperDad is not letting on that it’s time to hit the panic button. So from her perspective, no big deal. I made two calls first. One to my ex-wife, to keep her in the loop. The other, to my girlfriend, Brenda, who’s a nurse. As I’m not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV, I like to get some “expert counsel” to make sure I’m neither overlooking something, nor going overboard. My medical brain trustees both advised a visit to the pediatrician. So, off we went. [Read more…] about Healthcare. Up close, and personal.