frustrated

This has been a bad week. Last Sunday my son who is 5 came down with a fever of 103 that would not go away. On Tuesday we called the doctor. "It's going around, just wait it out" was the medical advice we got. On Thursday it was still 103 and above, he was weak, couldn't walk, he was in horrible pain. I took him to the doctor who said, " Its a virus wait it out, he'll get better in a day or so." At this point he was so miserable that he couldn't even sleep because the slightest movement caused him pain...his cries were that of an infant instead of a normally healthy active 5 year old boy. It was killing us to watch him, we hadn't had any sleep ourselves. Finally Saturday night we could not take it any more. We called the pediatrician and got the nurse on call. While I was talking to her he was crying in the background, when she found out that was him she couldn't believe it, she though there was a screaming newborn in the room...she called the doctor and then called us back and told us to rush him to the the ER, not the one we usually go to, but one with pediatric specialists... Everyone there was wonderful, he has pneumonia, he is on medication but still not feeling much better yet. This morning I called his pediatricians office to get him in today (as ordered by the ER) for a follow up. The receptionist didn't want to fit him in and said it probably wouldn't matter if they saw him today or in a few days (I guess receptionists go to medical school and give medical advice too now) i insisted and she managed to squeeze him in this afternoon. I am so angry and frustrated with his regular pediatrician's office . They are a big outfit with many doctor's and almost a monopoly on pediatrics in this area, but I am looking for someone else, I won't do this anymore. These are the same doctors that brushed off my daughter's illness as nothing a few years ago, it took them 3 visits and my persistence to figure out that she had mono. I am worn out and exhausted and mad at myself, because I knew in my heart that this wasn't nothing and instead of trusting my instincts my son suffered because I trusted people who are supposed to care but obviously don't.