If I Didn't Have To Pay The Doctor Bills We'd Have Our Own Island In The Bahamas

Well this is just a fun, fun week. (What week isn't around here?) But I'm getting things accomplished and that's good. The sewing I'm getting done is phenomenal. If there was an Olympic sport for sewing designs on shirts, I'd consider myself to be in training. I'm kicking some shirt, um, sleeves. Go, me!

Becky complained of an ear ache Monday evening and I pulled my most popular mom-remedy out and told her to take two Tylenol for the pain and go to bed. I've found that 90% of the time kids will wake up feeling fit as a fiddle. The other 10% of the time it truly is something to be a bit concerned over, and that's when I call the doctor. (I rarely panic over things. I've found that it just wastes energy that could be better spent doing anything else, like breathing.)

Becky's ear still hurt Tuesday morning so I called the pediatrician. She had an ear infection. Don't tell the school, but we spent the rest of the day shopping and eating out instead of rushing her back to school. The doctor's excuse said that she'd return to school the next day, and I figured it was best to follow doctor's orders, you know? *ahem*

I asked about her ultrasound test results (because the doctor doesn't know that we know the results) but we saw a different doctor who knew nothing about anything other than the ear. And she consulted me about a dog problem that she was having. (Why don't I start charging the ped for the dog advice that I dole out every time I'm there? We could start bartering services. Seriously.)

That was Tuesday.

On Wednesday the mom-dog was lethargic and refused to leave the puppies. While she could easily be the best mom-dog I've ever had (and that's a tall order to fill) that's not like her at all. Plus her nose was leathery and rather un-normal looking. I spent the morning at the vet. I used to feel thirty-six kinds of stupid when I didn't know something that I thought I should, but I've realized today that if I don't know about something then that simply means that I haven't experienced it first-hand. That makes ignorance a very good thing. But I learned something today. Eclampsia. It's real. And it's easily remedied by calcium pills.

I also learned that if you don't have time to shower between the vet and speech therapy that a set of dressy clothes will trick people into thinking better of you than they should.

I called the pediatrician when I got home to ask about Becky's test results. Again. That cyst was scary enough for the pediatrician to pass off to the OB/GYN. (She mentioned things like overly large, twisting the ovary, and losing organs. Of course, she also said these would be worst case scenarios. Me, still not panicking. I haven't heard the official report from the specialist yet.) The secretary at the OB/GYN mentioned the fun word "surgery" in reference to the cyst's removal, but I chose not to tell the daughter this. I'm beginning to think that the birth control pill is a rosier outlook.

And then out of sheer guilt for making my daughter visit the OB/GYN when I haven't been in for so long (hush with the medical talk - I KNOW) I scheduled myself an appointment. The secretary tried to schedule for the same time that my daughter was there. Chicka, I do not consider it mother-daughter bonding to have coinciding gynie visits. Not happening in this life or the next. And don't think I wasn't aware of the fact that you had to put me on hold so that you could laugh from my comment about not scarring my daughter for life. Laugh away. I'm standing firm on this one.

Maybe next week will be boring. One can only hope.

15 comments:

Michelle said...

Oh I'm so hoping the rest of this week is boring. Really boring.

Becky's results? Scary -- here's hoping you get some real answers rather than worst case scenarios soon. And ummm enjoy that gynie visit!

Flea said...

OMG. Too funny. Becky's gonna be okay. As to doctor bills, it must be that time of year. Three of us have been in the last three weeks, with the prescription drugs being far more than the office visits. I told Thaniel tonight that he's done being sick till after Christmas.

Viv said...

Sending prayers yours way, just in case, because it can't hurt.

Trisha said...

Wow - you have certainly got a lot on your plate right now! I am sure things will work out just fine in all cases. So - no Mother-daughter bonding at the OB/GYN? Rats!

nikki said...

I don't want to talk about doctor bills. I just paid off hubby's cancer scare bills, then I fell and trashed my ankle and then last week the baby was in ER for wheezing. I will second your boring request.

Burgh Baby said...

What do you mean you don't want to share gynie time with Becky? Geesh. What kind of mom are you? Heh.

utmomof 5 said...

Well it is Thursday... hears hoping for a terribly boring weekend :)

Karen said...

utmomof5 - that would be pure bliss. Really.

Melissa said...

Uhm wow, I thought going to the chiropractor with my mom was odd..gynie visits....WRONG!

HalfAsstic.com said...

Oh, honey I am praying for boredom for you next week and the following ones as well! I am also praying for Becky's cyst to scoot on out on it's own.

Haasiegirl said...

i seriously haven't been to the GYN since DD was born...almost 4 years ago.

i hear ya

trisha
momdot.com

Karen said...

Haasiegirl - I was informed that it's been 4 years since I've been there. I'm now considered a new patient all over again. Oops.

imbeingheldhostage said...

Oh great, now you've gone and guilted me. I need that appointment too... like three years ago I needed that appointment (wait, I guess having a doctor look down there because he's catching a baby isn't exactly like an exam, is it? Make that nearly four years like you). I wonder if they could schedule it at the same time as a kids' physical or something .

Tranny said...

Ok, so this will cheer you up. Granilla's gyno is her college classmate. Like her friend. Eww! Anyway, she tried to get me to go to him when I was old enough to start going and I was like "Uh ... no."

And THEN my friend Amanda had a cyst issue and had to go to a gyno pronto and the only one she could get an appointment with was her FRIEND'S DAD. EWWW!! And I thought Granilla's situation was ick. That's way worse. We were in high school. (PS - She's fine.)

Fishsticks and Fireflies said...

I am thinking you need an honorary room named for your family at both the vet's office and the pediatrician's office - or the 'Rocking Pony Wing'.

And years from now, Becky will thank you for sparing her that portion of mother-daughter bonding . . . I spent one day last December in the ER with my Mom, and have still not quite gotten over the, um, 'invasive' exam that was require of the visit.