Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Today and the FUN visit to the doctor.
Okay!!!! So I carry the boys to the doctor. The appointment is at 11:00 a.m. I made appointments for Conner, Nash, and myself. We are in the waiting room maybe fifteen minutes. I was so thankful to be called because Nash was making sure his presence was known. We get called and go my oh so unfavorite spot. Now the nurse, who looks all of 15, gets Conner on the scale and starts telling my child how to stand. "He CAN'T stand like that!!" Oh yes the kid with a DELAY can!!!! Try this mom. Nash did well then it is my turn. Oh I about fell out. I knew I had gained SOME weight (that is why I was there, i am a stress eater), but seriously! The nurse didn't even try to get my height. We go back to our room talk to the dingy nurse (I can say that because I CAN). We did not wait long, but long enough for the boys to get into everything. The doctor comes in and hits Nash in the head with the door. I told Nash to move. He checks Conner, because Conner has been having some kind of sinus issue and has not been his spunky self. Even when he is sick Conner is happy and upbeat, and he has not been for the last two days. Nothing really seems wrong, but we are gonna do labs-great!!!! Conner has become a human pin cushion since he has been diagnosed with a developmental delay. Nash, who tells everyone he is just miserable and his ears are hurting so bad, is healthy as a healthy three year old who finished antibiotic for an infection last week. I have a three year old hypochondriac (he is positive he needs to go to the hospital for a broken bone at least every few days). Then we get to me- "Mindy, you HAVE put on some weight." I respond with " I am an emotional eater. The stress of Conner's constant testing and other issues is not helping. I know I have put on weight. I am past my fat pants into maternity. I was a size six and now I am 200 Freaking Pounds!!! I have officially hit bottom. I work out everyday. I eat non-stop. I am fat!" We did come up with some things to try, but I am still not used to this. The doctor leaves and says he is sending in the lab. We wait. When the lab tech finally comes in, she misses Conner's vein and scratches his arm. She went to get help- and we WAIT!!!! and we WAIT!!! When help arrives, they finally draw my little man's blood. It took forever. It is now noon and everyone is trying to go to lunch, but us. We wait. Talk to the dingy nurse a little more and WAIT!!! Watch everyone comeback with lunch and wait. I am glad that I have a magical mommy purse with gummies and cookies (not healthy, but fast for hungry moody kids). We WAIT a little more. The doctor checks on us and the lab. We WAIT! A little after 1:00 P.M., I tell them to call me with the results. Conner and Nash have started fighting and Conner has started one of hie High Pitched SQUEALS!!! The doctor says okay, he will have dingy nurse call. As we leave, we have to walk by the lab. Lab tech asks if we want Conner's results- WELL YES!!!!! Turns out that they were done almost right after the lab work went to the lab!!!!! After all that, Conner has a virus. The tests also show his blood sugar is high. They were sending the tests off to another lab and will call me later this week. Conner just can't catch a break. He barely eats anything sweet, while Nash sneaks candy. The boys were so happy to leave and get lunch of grilled cheese and apple juice slushes. Nash told the world that he feels much better now that he saw the doctor. Poor Conner just has to let the virus pass.
-On a different Note- school is closed tomorrow(people around here freak when it gets cold), so it really does not matter that Conner is gonna miss. He will also miss his Shriner's doctors appointment. He does not need to be around all the kids there with a virus. A little upset since the appointment was booked three months ago. (I am just tickled that my child got sick going back to school and now we have to wait until there is another opening to go to Shriner's). Tomorrow we will all enjoy taco soup and cold weather together. (me a no chips and light cheese).
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