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Doctor, Doctor, Give Me the News

After 10.5 years of being a mom, there are very, very few people who I still care to impress with my keen parenting skills. Of those, are my pediatricians. I’m sure it stems from the series of well-visits when my kids were babies. Whenever their height and weight were charted, I felt like I was doing an amazing job.  Oh look, I must be doing something right: they are growing!  I looked forward to their validation with every visit.

Now that the kids are older, I still need the reassurance that I am not COMPLETELY screwing them up. At least with their physical health. Of course, the majority of the time that I think my kids are faking, they really need medical attention: raging double ear infections, mono, dislocated elbow and a rare dirt-residing parasite that screws up white blood cell counts and causes crapping and puking — often at the same time — for two straight weeks.

Yesterday, Aidan had a nasty, technicolor phlegm cough and sore throat. Eileen was feeling lousy with sharp stomach and chest pains that sent her howling when she got home from school. All the kids at school must be licking each other because there have been a lot of strep cases. Between that and the thought of leaving my house for anything during the predicted Snowmageddon, I broke down and brought them to the doctor.

We get to the office at 7:30 pm and are placed in our examination room to wait for the doc. Two minutes later, Eileen yells at Aidan for making squeaking sounds with his boots. He proceeds to get up and does a dance in the middle of the room. “Is he really sick?” she snottily asks while hypnotized by her iTouch. In retaliation, he pokes her and she throws a fit — her former weak, pained voice is now a crystal-clear screech.

“You two owe me $30 each for the co-pay because I don’t believe that either of you are really sick!” The doctor enters the room just as those loving, motherly words diarrhea out of my mouth.

We go over Aidan’s issues (health, not mental) and she asks if he’s been coughing during the day. I answer “No” and Aidan turns and replies, “How would you know? I was coughing all day while you locked me in my room.”

“Oh, ha ha ha,” I am about to explain how I work from home and loaded him up with DVDs, water, a vaporizer and snacks in the comfort of his bed, with the door unlocked, but she was on to the next question. So I just remained Evil.

She swabs his throat and steps out of the room to run the test. Eileen starts asking why I seem so annoyed and I try to explain how I am just frustrated that she was so sick after school and now she seems to be honky dory. “Mom, I am sorry that you think I am faking and you find me irritating.” Doctor walks in at that exact moment.

The pediatrician asks Eileen some questions and my dear daughter explains that she has been feeling very gassy for a long time. “It is an inherited trait,” Eileen nonchalantly explains. “On my father’s side.”

The doc laughs, checks Eileen out and can’t find anything physically wrong with her, but does a swab to be on the safe side. Again, she leaves the room to run the test and daddy’s little girl lets one rip. Aidan starts giggling, then begins bark-coughing. Eileen lets one go again. And again.  I explain how the pain was probably gas bubbles and that since she was holding them in all day at school, they probably built up and that’s what hurts. “Yeah, I don’t want to be mortified by tooting, so I squeeze them in until I can go to the bathroom.”

“Uh, guys, can we not talk about this here?” asks Aidan.

“We’re in a doctor’s office, of course we can talk about this!” snaps Eileen. So we discuss gas issues all the while being accompanied by her trombone arse.

The nurse pops into our stinky room and lets us know that the strep tests are negative and we can go home. Please.

So Aidan has croup. Eileen has gas. And I have a headache.
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  1. laurie

    Karen,
    that was hysterical. I was having a really bad but that did make me laugh!
    glad no one was seriously ill! :)

    1. Karen

      Aw, I hope your day got better~

  2. Beth

    Very funny and very true. Just this week I experienced a similar afternoon at the doctor. I always tell my self the doctor must have seen much worse behaved kids than mine….I hope!

    1. Karen

      Yes Beth, the worse-behaved kids are mine!

  3. Meg

    At least she made it clear that it runs on Tom’s side. And here’s hoping DCFS can’t make it through the snow 😉

    1. Karen

      I almost fell out of my chair when she offered up that tidbit! Her comedic timing was genius. Of course, that runs on our side!

  4. Sherri

    Hil-a-ri-ous!!!
    I almost peed, from all the gut-wrenching snorts.
    Somehow you have been most unfortunately dropped into my life….I was reading this post and saying to myself, “When did I find the time to write this, and why did I change the names?” (Probably to protect the mortified.)
    Girl, I feel your pain, but that can be remedied by another round of “locking” the kids in their rooms and slinging back a couple of Mommy’s Happy Pills. Maybe with a nice white Zinfandel.

    1. Karen

      Haha! Let me know when you are at the beach with a margarita and I would happily drop back into your life! (And I am taking your advice — vino is ready to cure my ailments.)

  5. Lady Estrogen

    I never thought I’d meet my demise at the hands of a cough. OMG – it’s driving me completely insane. My poor kids AND poor me. Ahhh. lol.
    adventuresinestrogen.blogspot.com

    1. Karen

      Hope you’re feeling better soon~

  6. Shelley Moskal

    Hi Karen,

    That was great! Why does it seem that kids always look or feel better when they get to the doctor’s office? The question is, will the peace of mind be worth the co-pay?

    1. Karen

      I know! And on top of it, I totally looked like Mommy Dearest! (Because it is all about me.)

      I hafta admit that the $60 was worth the peace of mind. Especially since we are snowed in together and I don’t have to worry that it’s anything serious. Just annoying. Benadryl, anyone?

  7. Donna

    Thanks for sharing this one Karen! Too funny!!
    Yes, the nurse or the doc always walks in at the perfect time!
    I’m usually checking out the stash of childrens Motrin and other good samples when they walk in the room!! Glad everyones OK! Stay warm!!

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