Every so often for the last few days, poor little Harrison would fall on the floor, writhing in pain and crying about his hurt tummy. Usually the pain would subside and he'd bounce up and go back to what he was doing. The pain was in the wrong place and he didn't have a fever, so we figured it probably wasn't his appendix, but it was still worrisome.
This time it didn't go away, so Dad scooped him up and took him to the walk-in clinic. They left this evening (Monday) about 6:00 PM. After a number of tests, they concluded that he had an old-fashioned stomach virus, but there could be some gas associated to it as well. So some Mylanta might come in handy. Harrison was very tired and the blood draw was a "yucky surprise," but in all he was a very brave boy. They did bloodwork, X-rays and the whole shmear. Dad and Harrison had to wait quite a while to be seen by a doctor, and then wait for the results of the tests, so they made it home after midnight. We're grateful that it's nothing serious (and that we have awesome health insurance).