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I Was THAT Mother
Jun. 9th, 2009 11:28 am::Sigh::
So, continuing on from yesterday's spider bite adventure....
When we got up this morning, Toby's bite looked a LOT better. As in, so much better that if I hadn't gone to the urgent care clinic last night, I would have totally canceled the doctor's appointment. But I did go to the urgent care clinic, and they prescribed antibiotics. And when I posted,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
krisomniac gave me some very helpful advice as to why that might not be so beneficial.
So, I went to my doctor, because when it's your own practitioner, they're more concerned with giving you accurate medical information than covering their own ass against litigation. (Which says something to me about the litigation in this country.) The doctor examined Toby, took him off the antibiotics, and gave me a lecture about why it's a really bad idea to visit a clinic that's located in a store that sells drugs. Conflict of interest, much? Which, y'know, frustrates me because normally I would have thought of that.
I have to be honest, a part of me is left really angry. I mean, at first, I was content to wait until I went to the doctor's. But lymes disease- especially around where I live- is pretty publicized. One of the reasons I usually DON'T watch the news is because news shows make it sound like every park is harboring millions of disease-bearing ticks. What I really wanted to know was if Toby had a tick bite. I wasn't super worried until I went to the minute clinic, and then she told me that even though I had a doctor's appointment in the morning, she'd have it looked at tonight. And if a nurse tells you that, wouldn't it be irresponsible to do anything else?
You know what it is? I feel like my trust has been a bit abused. Because I'm NOT that kind of doctor. I'm fine if something's been dead for millions of years, but my living kid? No, I'm not a doctor. And that's why I pay doctors, because they are experts on kids health. Or they're meant to be.
It's not that this nurse told me that she didn't know what the bite was, or that she was uncomfortable treating a three year old (which I totally get). It's that she stressed that I should have him seen that night. THAT'S when I really got scared. I was nervous but okay before that.
So, I felt like a total idiot, and apologized to my doctor for wasting his time. He told me not to apologize (especially since he gets paid anyway, I'm sure ;) ), and he sat me down and we talked a little bit about urgent care and the role of a practitioner and why the only two places I should be were his office or the emergency room. Basically, if I don't think I need to go to the emergency room for it, it can wait until the next day. Which, you know, is something I'd never need to be told for myself, but when you have a kid...
There's that quote about how having a child is like deciding to walk around with your heart outside of your body forever. I totally understand that now. If that bite had been on me? I would have done nothing. But it was on my child, and that scared me, I think because I felt like I had no control. If it was me, I'd know exactly how I was feeling, and if something started bothering me in the middle of the night, I'd know I know it. But I don't trust my three year old to be accurate yet. I don't know.
Of course, none of this is helped by the fact my period is due. Apparently, instead of turning into a psychobitch this time, I'm going for the emotional oversensitivity. I've been on the verge of tears several times today, and normally, I wouldn't be. Also, when I went to the grocery store, I noticed I had a stack that had 1.) double dutch chocolate muffins, 2.) double dutch chocolate cookies, and 3.) Midol.
The cashier might have laughed when she saw that part of my order.
In good news, I got Chapter 7 back from my beta. I was a little worried about this one, and whiletrovia had some comments, they were not unexpected or difficult to work into the chapter. The problem with this chapter is that there's very little action and it's a lot of more subtle stuff, although it's important to the story. I am glad I finally got the final scene done though (it did have to be split in two.)
So, yeah. I was That Mother. I'm ready to crawl in my hole and die now :)
So, continuing on from yesterday's spider bite adventure....
When we got up this morning, Toby's bite looked a LOT better. As in, so much better that if I hadn't gone to the urgent care clinic last night, I would have totally canceled the doctor's appointment. But I did go to the urgent care clinic, and they prescribed antibiotics. And when I posted,
krisomniac gave me some very helpful advice as to why that might not be so beneficial.So, I went to my doctor, because when it's your own practitioner, they're more concerned with giving you accurate medical information than covering their own ass against litigation. (Which says something to me about the litigation in this country.) The doctor examined Toby, took him off the antibiotics, and gave me a lecture about why it's a really bad idea to visit a clinic that's located in a store that sells drugs. Conflict of interest, much? Which, y'know, frustrates me because normally I would have thought of that.
I have to be honest, a part of me is left really angry. I mean, at first, I was content to wait until I went to the doctor's. But lymes disease- especially around where I live- is pretty publicized. One of the reasons I usually DON'T watch the news is because news shows make it sound like every park is harboring millions of disease-bearing ticks. What I really wanted to know was if Toby had a tick bite. I wasn't super worried until I went to the minute clinic, and then she told me that even though I had a doctor's appointment in the morning, she'd have it looked at tonight. And if a nurse tells you that, wouldn't it be irresponsible to do anything else?
You know what it is? I feel like my trust has been a bit abused. Because I'm NOT that kind of doctor. I'm fine if something's been dead for millions of years, but my living kid? No, I'm not a doctor. And that's why I pay doctors, because they are experts on kids health. Or they're meant to be.
It's not that this nurse told me that she didn't know what the bite was, or that she was uncomfortable treating a three year old (which I totally get). It's that she stressed that I should have him seen that night. THAT'S when I really got scared. I was nervous but okay before that.
So, I felt like a total idiot, and apologized to my doctor for wasting his time. He told me not to apologize (especially since he gets paid anyway, I'm sure ;) ), and he sat me down and we talked a little bit about urgent care and the role of a practitioner and why the only two places I should be were his office or the emergency room. Basically, if I don't think I need to go to the emergency room for it, it can wait until the next day. Which, you know, is something I'd never need to be told for myself, but when you have a kid...
There's that quote about how having a child is like deciding to walk around with your heart outside of your body forever. I totally understand that now. If that bite had been on me? I would have done nothing. But it was on my child, and that scared me, I think because I felt like I had no control. If it was me, I'd know exactly how I was feeling, and if something started bothering me in the middle of the night, I'd know I know it. But I don't trust my three year old to be accurate yet. I don't know.
Of course, none of this is helped by the fact my period is due. Apparently, instead of turning into a psychobitch this time, I'm going for the emotional oversensitivity. I've been on the verge of tears several times today, and normally, I wouldn't be. Also, when I went to the grocery store, I noticed I had a stack that had 1.) double dutch chocolate muffins, 2.) double dutch chocolate cookies, and 3.) Midol.
The cashier might have laughed when she saw that part of my order.
In good news, I got Chapter 7 back from my beta. I was a little worried about this one, and while
trovia had some comments, they were not unexpected or difficult to work into the chapter. The problem with this chapter is that there's very little action and it's a lot of more subtle stuff, although it's important to the story. I am glad I finally got the final scene done though (it did have to be split in two.)So, yeah. I was That Mother. I'm ready to crawl in my hole and die now :)
