Time Moves Slowly - November 15, 2009

I'm sitting here with my hands shaking as I type. My son woke early this morning and when he heard me stirring, called me into his room. His legs are swollen tremendously. He won't call the doctor until 9. I put pillows under his legs to elevate them but that's about all I can do for now. I've tried to convince him to make that call (it's 7:20 now; I've been up since a little after 5). I'll try again to get him to call, but I guess he takes after me, stubborn.