The doctor visit

After much deliberation I brought Cameron to the doctor because I thought he might have an ear infection. He was tugging at his left ear all the time, he was cranky, and his appetite was lacking. No fever, but the anti-food thing was a complete shock. I am not a run-to-the-doctor-because-my-kid-just-sneezed person so it took some convincing. After a few hours of crying and trying to crawl back into my belly, I caved. Big mistake. Our appointment was for 11:30. I frantically got Cameron ready so we could be there on time. Once we arrived in the waiting room the social butterfly could not be contained. I had Cameron in the sick baby area even though I did not think an ear infection would be contagious. There were about four kids in the sick waiting area, and Cameron decided to play with these kids first. He walked up to each one, and after each time would wander back to me to bring me whatever germs the kiddos had. Thanks, Boo. Two little boys then start building castles with the contaminated doctor's office blocks. A mother's nightmare. You want to know what's worse? When your son personally licks each one of the blocks to make sure he comes home with some parting gift. Did I mention this hot zone play area is set apart from the waiting room by three stairs? No problem for Cameron, but his momma eventually gave up trying to pry the blocks from his mouth. I know how bad that is. I get it. My watch hit Noon. Okay, I'm about pissed. My child then tackles the five year old in an effort to knock down the castle. Okay, I'm ready to go. I drag him back to where I left my purse and diaper bag, (Should have worn a fanny pack.) and I try to feed him some snacks. No, I didn't wipe down his hands. I know you can let out the disappointed, "Oh, Sarah." My watch hit 12:15. Isn't WebMD the same thing as here? What's worse than prying your child from the germ infested blocks? Trying to keep your child from entering the well-baby area. Could they not have installed a door? Is that too much? You are already making it clear that your child is well, and you don't want to socialize with the diseased so what's closing a door going to do? Well Cameron saw a little baby in a stroller, and he just had to give this kid a push. I had to fight with everything I had to keep this kid from entering the clean, clear air. What time is it? Finally 12:30 rolls around, and we get called in. It's another 15 minutes before the doctor arrives. Cameron is crying, and I would really like to. At least he's making it look like he's sick. The verdict. Doctor:"Everything looks A okay to me." Me: "What?" Doctor: "I apologize for the wait. I was right on time until 10:30 when a 2 year old came in. He had passed a worm about this long (holds up his hands to about 8 inches)." Me: (In thought) I wonder which block he licked.


Impressed? That's a whole wiffle golf ball. I'm asking for another trip back to the doctor.