I always tell Reed to never say he's bored. If he does, I give him something to do. He never likes the task (cleaning his room ,etc.) so I can probably count on one hand how many times he's told me he's bored. Do you all remember my last post and how I said I was bored? Well, God has taught me a little lesson.
I left the house this morning at 8:45 to take both boys to the doctor. They are both still coughing and I wanted to get Dr. Simpson to check Hudson's ears to make sure the infections are gone. Our appointment was at 9:15. I knew there was still some residual ice outside on our porch, so I asked Brian to carry Hudson to the car for me. Good thing, I slipped on some ice, fell and hurt my wrist. (I'm fine now, it just hurt at the time.)
Susan offered to meet me at the office to help with the boys. We waited about 30 minutes and they took us to the examining room. Dr. Simpson came in and after hearing about her trip to Washington DC for the inauguration (maybe I would've cared more if both boys weren't sick), we got on with it. I told her what was going on and she asked if I had called last week about Hudson. I said yes I had, but she wasn't there. She asked if I called her cell phone. I said no, that the nurses referred us to the urgent care clinic or Cook's so I took him to urgent care. She said (in almost a hurried, strained voice) "They didn't give him steroids, did they?' Ummmm, yes... Then she said "That doc is giving out steroids like candy. It's fine for adults, but I don't know why he's giving them to all these kids." This is the point where I proceeded to tear up and cry. Dr. Simpson said "Oh, no, don't feel bad - it won't hurt him, but it just didn't do anything. It may have made a slight improvement, but it didn't fix anything." Fan-freakin-tastic. Glad I spent $140 on a visit to urgent care & medicine that we didn't need. Needless to say, my children will not be going back there. So, the doc examined him and said that not only did he still have both ears infected, but whatever started his coughing is viral (never heard that from the clinic doc). Hudson's pulse-ox. was supposed to be above 95 and it was at 88, so they decided to give him a breathing treatment. And that was just a barrel of fun. By the time it was over, I was sweating from trying to fight his little body to keep the mask over his face. On the other hand, he sounded GREAT after we were done! So, we were sent home with a nebulizer machine and antibiotics for both boys (Reed also had an ear infection). You would think that would be enough for a morning...
We drove to Brian's shop to get my cell phone that I had forgotten and then back to CVS. I thought this would give them plenty of time to have the medicine ready. We went in and I picked up some things we were low of (juice and such). Went to the pharmacy and low and behold "We don't have anything for you - nothing has been called in." SERIOUSLY? I called the doctor's office, the nurse said they had called it in, but they would fax it over also. This was at 11:30 or so. We walked around a little more. Hudson wanted out of his stroller to walk. He had to touch everything and tried his best to reach that goal. By this point, all three of us are hungry and tired. A little boy that we saw at the doctor comes in and sits beside us and he and Reed were so much alike - it gave me a glimpse of what it would be like to have twins (Thank you Lord for knowing my limits!). They played and laughed. Time wore on...I was becoming very annoyed and then they finally called our name. I had a basket full of stuff, so I just paid for the meds and took the rest up front since the line was so long behind us. So, I'm paying for the juice, etc. and Reed says "Mom, I need to go to the bathroom." Without even looking at him, I said "You'll just have to hold it." We paid, got in the car and the clock said 12:46... OH MY GOODNESS!!!
So, it's Thankful Thursday, right? This is the best I can do.
- I'm thankful my doctor is back.
- I'm thankful the breathing treatments worked so well for Hudson. We just did another one and he didn't hardly fight me at all.
- I'm thankful I didn't yell at anyone at CVS. It was certainly a possibility.
And Lord, point taken. I am no longer bored. :)








