we seem to have the worst luck getting into doctors in a timely manner. we were scheduled for 2:45 and were seen about 4:00. what makes it unbearable is you spend 20 minutes in the waiting room where the kids can have a good time playing with toys and then they stick you in an examination room for almost an hour where they can get nervous and worked up. he was more interested in putting paper towels and a tissue in the trashcan than reading the books. and playing with a trach can in a doctor's office is right where i want him to be.
oliver eventually gave up trying to entertain himself or escape and ended up sitting on my lap for some time and screaming no occasion in case someone might hear him and come rescue us. after reading a laminated medical booklet from the wall pocket showing us exploded diagrams of eyes and ears and kidneys and photos of rosacea and ringworm and fifths disease, i said "this sucks". oliver, speaking as best he could with his pain-peppered mouth responded several times with his head thrown back over my arm: "thith thuckth. thith thuckth. thith thuckth."
i told the doctor we no longer even try to take his temperature with a thermometer because no matter how many of them we buy and try, they each give a wide range of several different readings every time. instead, if he feels hot, we give him motrin. they took it for me and it was only 98.1.
i wasn't particularly successful at restraining both of his arms and his head, so she brought the nurse in for some muscle. it also afforded me a better position to see the canker sores on his tongue. i confirmed they were not passed on by one of my lovely cold sores (the latest of which began surfacing the day teacher landed on our doorstep). it's called herpangina. i guess oliver ate some poop of an infected child at the little gym a week ago. it looks like she also wrote down viral pharyngitis. i think. i'm not sure what that's about. she did say there was a big tooth back there, but i'm not sure if it was already through or what. i guess i must get flustered in the doctor's office because i always come out of there a little confused and wondering why i didn't ask five different follow up questions.
before going back to the waiting room, the doctor gave him a pedialyte popsicle and you would've thought he'd been handed the keys to the kingdom. or a light saber. it activated his talking feature and he started telling me this totally embellished story about how he told the doctor off back there in the examination room, forgetting i had been in there with him. he waved that popsicle around and laughed when i pretended to take a bite. it was his new favorite toy, but was going nowhere near his mouth. i didn't want to be rude and give it right back to be thrown away, but i also couldn't have a baby in a car with a melting popsicle. and i was ridiculously late getting back to work. he finally put it on his tongue twice and said nummy nummy before i wrenched it from his hand and put it in the trash. fortunately, no fireworks resulted.
i made this super fancy banana hemp ice cream for oliver when we got home, but it seems we shield our child from frozen foods and it was freaking him out a little. he practiced eating grapes with a fork instead.
i wonder how long it will be before i eat some poop or spit and get the herpangina.