Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Today I took two different sons to two different doctors, miles away from each other, for two very different problems. I am doctored out! And it wasn't a very auspicious beginning to spring break, especially when one considers that I don't at all like doctors, and avoid visiting them whenever possible. Sometimes, though, it isn't possible.
Danny, my youngest, had been vomiting a good bit, and I was worried since it wasn't getting better. So this morning we headed 20 miles to the northwest to his pediatrician. The doctor thinks it will be a fairly easily resolved problem, and I hope he's right, because the alternative would be extensive and unpleasant testing. So we are on track, I hope, to dealing with the vomiting.
Henry, my oldest (age 22), is home for spring break. Yesterday he asked me to look at his back, and I was horrified. He has what evidently started out as a pimple, but it got severely infected. There is now a huge lump on his back, grossly swollen, red/white, hot to the touch, the whole nine yards. I immediately said that I thought he needed to see a doctor. He refused. He was hoping his father (who is a doctor) would just prescribe some antibiotics, and all would be well. But when he saw his dad, he forgot to ask him. He then sent his dad a text asking him, but (no big surprise here!), his dad didn't reply.
Today I again told him he needed to see a doctor. I was scared the infection would spread into his blood system, which would be life-threatening. What is it about young adult males that makes them think they are immortal and invincible? Finally, he agreed to let me make an appointment if it would be soon.
He is a military dependent, so we were dealing with the military system. He is normally very healthy, and I think the last time he saw a primary care doctor was in 2009, when he was 19. At that time, he and I were both surprised to find that he was still assigned to pediatrics, and he was unhappy about it, but the pediatrician made the referral to the ophthalmologist whom he really needed to see, and we forgot about it in dealing with the eye problem he had.
This time, when I called today, I was actually appalled to find that he was STILL assigned to pediatrics...at age 22. He was more than appalled, he was mortified. But we are dealing with the government here, and this isn't something that can be easily changed. So I got him an appointment with a pediatrician and that was that. (We did also stop by the TRICARE office and he applied to switch to family medicine...they told us it should be approved within the week...ah, yes, the government is speedy, isn't it?)
So...we went to the pediatrician...about ten miles to the southeast. Nothing like driving all over town. Luckily the peds clinic is never busy late in the afternoon, though it's like a zoo in the morning. When we got in to see the doctor, I told him that I had dragged Henry there. When the doctor saw his back, he said, "Why didn't you come in sooner?" I felt very vindicated! One antibiotic prescription and surgery appointment (for tomorrow!) later, we left the clinic. I am relieved and grateful. I know how serious sepsis is. I almost died from it some years ago.
Exhausting day! And I didn't get much of anything accomplished other than doctor's appointments. But I am most grateful for good medical care! So it's all good.