Not knowing.

**EDIT**
It was not a UTI.  My sweet baby girl has been fighting with mono.  The mono has given her hepatitis.  No wonder she's been so down.  The doctor says that she will be fine in two weeks or so.  I can't wait.  I'm ready now.  It's hard to watch people you care about suffer, in any way.  Thanks so much for all the prayers.
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Alli has been sick for over a week now. She's sick on her 8th birthday, talk about not fair. The symptoms are fairly mild. It's just the fact that they have been present for over a week now.  Mainly a fever, some headaches, two episodes of vomiting.  Really sounds like no big deal. 

So, why am I freaking out?

Honestly, I am not a hover-run-to-the-doctor-at-the-first-sneeze-mother.  I'm just uneasy this time.

I know why.  It's because I don't know.  I don't know what's wrong. I don't know what is causing the persistent fever. I don't know why she's pale and has puffy eyes.  I don't know why, when I ask her how she feels with a 102 temp, she replies, "Awesome."

I can't stand not knowing.  Always have been this way, always will be.  I was the "WHY?" kid.  I was the "HOW COME?" child.  I was the "WHY AM I DOING THIS?" teenager. And still am all these things as an adult.  Drove my mother and teachers crazy and most assuredly has the same effect on my sweet husband.

Not getting my answers when I want them has an unnerving effect on me.  Which, in turn, unnerves those closest to me. 

Alli goes to the doctor today and I'm sure I will drive all the staff at Pediatric Consultants insane until I have my answers.  God help them.