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[Jan. 22nd, 2004|10:19 pm] |
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It was a tough day for Micah. He started the morning out of sorts and decided that today might not be a good day to go to school -- he wanted to stay home with Mom. Who among us hasn't felt that way at one time or another?
Being dutiful parents we, of course, ignored his pleas and off to school we went. He wasn't happy, but I managed to pry him halfway out of his funk by playing the music loud on the 30-minute drive to Durham. All that was for naught, however, because as Micah got out of the car in the school parking lot, he walked right into the mirror on the car door. He took a pretty hard blow to his left cheek.
So, I had to leave him at school crying (him, not me) and out of sorts.
Then, to top it all off, I had to pick him up this afternoon and take him for his Pneumovax vaccination. Apparently, kids with cochlear implants have an increased risk of getting bacterial meningitis (specifically, pneumoccocal meningitis) than kids without CIs. This vaccine protects against the bug that can cause the meningitis. Micah HATES shots.
Unfortunately, the vaccine is rarely given and most pediatricians don't stock it. We had to go to the Wake County Health Department. The good thing was that it didn't cost me a penny. The bad thing was that the staff were ... well, not as attentive to Micah's particular needs and idiosyncracies as the friendly surgical staff at UNC Hospital with whom he is used to dealing. In short, the UNC folks coddle him; the county health folks don't.
The attending nurse did very nicely show me how to clamp Micah's legs still between my legs and hold his arms in a viselike grip while she prepared the injection and shot him up. Actually, it wasn't very nice at all. She could have at least hidden the needle.
At any rate, once the band-aid was on and I scooted him out the door (screaming at the top of his lungs) things were looking up. Once in the car, I opened up the Pokemon DVD I had gotten him as sort of a consolation prize. He smiled through his tears and urged me to get him home so he could watch it.
Thankfully, it will be five years before we have to go through that again. |
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i always hate to hear that folks have had a run in with a not-so-nice nurse.
sorry
To be fair to her, I think they are set up more for volume than customer service at the clinic, and it was the end of a long day. I'm sure the last thing she wanted to hear was some screamin' kid.
Don't worry: on balance, we are more than pleased with our experience with health care professionals. :-) | |
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