Can I just tell you how much I loathe pediatricians' offices? Ok, well I'm gonna. Jackson has been sick for the past month, and maybe I'm a crazy first-time mom that takes her kid to the doctor when it's not absolutely necessary, but we've been to the doctor twice and the ER once--and before you judge me about going to the ER it was because he coughed up blood, so lay off!
Anyway, pediatrician's offices. We had an appointment today and as soon as I walked off the elevator I knew that it was going to be hell on earth. The waiting room was overflowing with snotty, coughing, screaming children, and I could just feel the germs oozing out of them. Seriously, the place was a cesspool of illness. I
put on our hazmat suits, found a nice cozy corner for Jackson and I to sit in, gave him some juice and crackers, and hunkered down for the long wait ahead of us. Now, I realize that people have different styles of parenting, but those "hands off, let them do whatever the heck they want" parents drive me CRAZY! One kid was running around like a chicken with his head cut off with snot streaming down his nose. One kid was hacking up a lung, not covering his mouth, while his mom yapped away on her cell phone. Two little girls on the opposite side of the room were screaming their little heads off--and not the "I don't feel well, get me outta hear" type screaming it was more "no one has taught me how to behave in public so I'm going to act like I was raised by wild monkeys" type of screaming--and their parents were laughing and encouraging this behavior. I was so on edge I could feel my blood pressure rising. Every time a nurse opened the door to call a patient back I wanted to wrap myself around her leg and yell, "Take me! Please take me!"
Well, after sitting in the waiting room for about 45 minutes our doctor came and called us back
(I may or may not have wanted to hug him for rescuing me) and we were outta there 5 minutes later with a prescription.
I probably should have listened when Weston told me to just wait it out because I can think of about 570 other ways I would have rather spent my afternoon. Oh well, better safe than sorry right? Right?!
On a happier note, we went to the park this evening
(because when Jackson isn't coughing so hard he pukes, he just wants to run) and had a little picnic. Here is our little ball of energy in action:
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Yeah, bane of my existence is taking the girls to the doctor :/ Your experience made me laugh hysterically (a better option than sobbing with despair at the thought of our next visit, right?)
ReplyDeleteThat was not only hilarious but soooo true, Nicole! I've spent entirely too much time in those same shoes in the last 2 months with Dathan since the school where he stays during the day refuses to implement any sort of sanitary measures and the babies in his class seemingly do nothing but swap snot all day :((
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