You give me fever

I need to be in bed, but I'm not. I am downstairs having a conversation with myself and typing to no one. Turner is sick and I can't sleep. Well, he's not really sick, he has a high fever and I don't know why. He is otherwise not sick. No runny nose, no cough, no vomiting, no cold like symptoms, just a fever.
I have given him Motrin and laid in bed with him til he fell asleep. Of course while I laid by my precious boy I wracked my brain to figure out what is causing the fever. Drawing a blank, I turned to a higher authority. God why does Turner have a fever? I feel oh so blessed. I also feel like I have such a good life that something bad has to happen. Why am I such a damn pessimist? Why does a simple fever put me in a panic? I wish I knew. Why don't I just give the boy some medicine and go to bed? I don't know.
As my mother says worrying is pointless, it changes nothing. Well I wish it were that easy for me. I am a worrier by nature and I can't change the nature of my worry.
I am a true control freak. I wish to run every little detail of my day, and your day too. I do a pretty OK job of filling my children's days, making up a schedule and what not. But when one of them gets sick I feel like I am in a tailspin. I have no say-so over a fever, damn it. I can not take it away. I can not diagnose it. I can only sit and wait.
So here I am typing, trying to clear my head. It isn't working. Why doesn't God have a call in line especially for parents? I know we can pray to Him when ever we want to, but I need something with more feedback. I want a 24 hour help line for mothers. I want to call and have a cherub answer the phone, listen to beautiful harps while on hold, then speak to a head honcho angel who can tell me if this is cause to worry or not.
I can hear it now: "Hello, heaven's parent help line how may we assist you?"
"Yes, I'm Turner's mom. I hate to bug you, but he has a fever. I've given him some medicine and he's resting peacefully. I would just like to know if he'll get sicker, is this the beginning of some cataclysmic illness, or is it just some run of the mill day long bug?"
"Hello again Tiffany, didn't think we'd hear from you so soon. How is Tate after falling out of the crib last week?"
"She's fine, thanks for asking, but about the fever.."
"Well not to worry, this should pass in about 36 hours. I have run it past The Boss and He assures me Turner will be good as new before supper tomorrow."
"Thank you so much! Please tell God how much I appreciate this help line. Please send me a comment card so I can commend you Gabriel on the fine job you do."
"I will send the card right out. We'll also be sending a book on patience to you door free of charge. We send it to all the parents who call in on a weekly basis."
"I didn't realize I called so much. I'll try to read the book if I have time. Thanks again bye-bye."
Wouldn't that be glorious? I think it may just let me sleep through the night if such a thing existed. But I am sure I could conjure up something else to worry about. I am feeling a little sleepy, so maybe just thinking and praying about it worked. I'll rest with one eye and ear open. I'll hope tomorrow my boy wakes up and has no fever, no aches or pains, and is ready for his bowl of oatmeal.