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Ah, last day of school was today. I report again on August 24th for "schedule pick-up day." Until then, I don't really have to think about work. Much. On the flip side, there is a summer ahead of me full of new challenge - and that challenge goes by the name of Roman.
Roman was diagnosed Wedn. morning with a double ear infection and swollen red left tonsil. Poor baby. He was pointing into his mouth and saying "hurt, RoRo hurt." So we learned a new body part - throat. We had a hellish couple of nights with refusing to sleep, crying of pain, crying because he was hungry (it hurt to swallow so he was refusing to eat), waking at all hours, and grumpiness when he was awake. Mama and Daddy are pretty worn out. Luckily a pretty down-low weekend.
The trip to the doctor's was enlightening, though. It made me make the decision to switch Roman to a new pediatrician. I love our regular ped and he has been wonderful; but I am disgusted with the office staff, and the PA we saw Wedn. was slower than molasses. I submit the following evidence:
She never read his chart of medical history. She suggested we continue to bulb-suck his nose with "that bulb-like syringe they gave you in the hospital." Uh, you mean the ORPHANAGE in RUSSIA? The comment was minor enough, but the ped. and ourselves consider his previous medical care of importance to what he's experiencing now; namely, his first true seasons in Michigan.
Second, we were there for an hour and a half. That's right - my 2-year-old and I waited in the waiting room for half an hour (oh, and I had to fill out all new forms for his chart while he played in the toilet and received 3 timeouts). Then the nurse. Then we waited for the dr. Then we waited for a tympanogram to check his ears. We were told the results would be back in 5 minutes. FIFTEEN minutes later I opened the door to walk out and demand a prescription, and she was outside the door chatting with someone. I informed her in no uncertain terms that I had to go to work and was leaving. She acted like she hadn't heard me and started to explain to me the importance of juice and sucking out his nostrils. Oh yes? And that's why I told YOU we were forcing fluids to make sure he was hydrated? An hour and a half. With a sick 2-year-old. Yup.
We're finding a new doctor.
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Ah, last day of school was today. I report again on August 24th for "schedule pick-up day." Until then, I don't really have to think about work. Much. On the flip side, there is a summer ahead of me full of new challenge - and that challenge goes by the name of Roman.
Roman was diagnosed Wedn. morning with a double ear infection and swollen red left tonsil. Poor baby. He was pointing into his mouth and saying "hurt, RoRo hurt." So we learned a new body part - throat. We had a hellish couple of nights with refusing to sleep, crying of pain, crying because he was hungry (it hurt to swallow so he was refusing to eat), waking at all hours, and grumpiness when he was awake. Mama and Daddy are pretty worn out. Luckily a pretty down-low weekend.
The trip to the doctor's was enlightening, though. It made me make the decision to switch Roman to a new pediatrician. I love our regular ped and he has been wonderful; but I am disgusted with the office staff, and the PA we saw Wedn. was slower than molasses. I submit the following evidence:
She never read his chart of medical history. She suggested we continue to bulb-suck his nose with "that bulb-like syringe they gave you in the hospital." Uh, you mean the ORPHANAGE in RUSSIA? The comment was minor enough, but the ped. and ourselves consider his previous medical care of importance to what he's experiencing now; namely, his first true seasons in Michigan.
Second, we were there for an hour and a half. That's right - my 2-year-old and I waited in the waiting room for half an hour (oh, and I had to fill out all new forms for his chart while he played in the toilet and received 3 timeouts). Then the nurse. Then we waited for the dr. Then we waited for a tympanogram to check his ears. We were told the results would be back in 5 minutes. FIFTEEN minutes later I opened the door to walk out and demand a prescription, and she was outside the door chatting with someone. I informed her in no uncertain terms that I had to go to work and was leaving. She acted like she hadn't heard me and started to explain to me the importance of juice and sucking out his nostrils. Oh yes? And that's why I told YOU we were forcing fluids to make sure he was hydrated? An hour and a half. With a sick 2-year-old. Yup.
We're finding a new doctor.
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