Catching up with the pediatrician
Damara Hutchins | Highlands TodayMy son has decided to participate in basketball, which means he needed a dreaded sports physical.
Published: November 10, 2012
Published: November 10, 2012
This was his first one and I have been strictly forbidden from discussing the details in my column, so I will refrain from doing so at this time.
What I will say is that, when we went to his pediatrician's office, they did not have his file.
The woman at the desk asked when the last time was that he had visited, and I really struggled to remember.
I am incredibly fortunate that my children are healthy overall. I know what a blessing this is and, believe me, I thank God that they rarely get sick and doctor visits usually only involve either a physical or immunizations.
That's when I remembered his last appointment with this doctor was for immunizations. He received the most recent round of shots at the Health Department for financial reasons because we weren't on insurance, so he was about 6 years old the last time he saw this pediatrician when they were located in their old office.
The funny thing about that visit was that we were there to get a check-up on his baby sister and she had to get two or three shots. He asked if he had to get shots and I said, "Not this time." Then he requested to sit in the waiting room and watch cartoons so he wouldn't have to hear his little sister cry when the nurse stuck her.
After he left, the nurse walked in and apologized because he was actually due for four shots. I had inadvertently lied to him, but I still felt bad.
His sister received her immunizations and I walked to the waiting room and called him over. I said, "Buddy, I got some good news and some bad news." He actually asked for the bad news first.
"You need to get shots today." His eyes immediately filled with tears and he sobbed as he asked how many. "Four," I said.
"FOUR?" He practically shouted at me. "What's the good news?"
My brain raced as I tried to think of something, but my mind went blank and what came out of my mouth was, "I'm sorry, I don't have any good news."
He cried so comically loud before the shots were given that the nurses and staff were suppressing giggles as they walked by the room. It was so dramatic. His baby sister stared at him like he just fell out of a spaceship from some exotic planet.
In those six years, this boy has only been sick a handful of times. Even when all of us came down with the flu last Christmas, he was only down for a day.
We don't do anything special with him. He eats like a horse, and it isn't all good stuff. The boy can empty a bag of chips and a bag of apples at approximately the same rate.
As for this visit to the pediatrician, we figured out that they had been using paper records and they entered him in as a new patient with the understanding that his information exists in a box somewhere. He did get a shot for viral meningitis, which he watched enter into his arm and barely changed his expression.
I guess he needed to redeem himself from last time.
Hopefully, he won't need to return until his next sports physical, which he's already not looking forward to, but you didn't hear that from me.