I thought that it was adorable enough when Ben told me about the squirrel chasing him out of the tree that I made it a quote of the day, but being the good mom that I am, I told him to brush it off and that his ankle would be fine. It was a stellar mom move. Sometimes I feel that we visit the doctor way too often. As of Sunday, we already had four doctor’s appointments in the next two weeks. Three were for Ben. I honestly didn’t have time to schedule one more.
But his ankle kept hurting. This was not just an attention seeking behavior on Ben’s part. He was hurting enough to come in our room half asleep in the earlier morning on more than one occasion and complain that his ankle hurt. A week after the event he was still complaining, so I wrapped it up in an ace bandage and called the school nurse to get him out of p.e. for that one day. I thought, “Let’s give that ankle another day of healing without him running laps on it.” But the nurse told me that I needed to have it looked at by the doctor. I called the nurse at the doctor’s office to see if they would just help me out and tell me to give Ben another week to healing before they needed to see him. But no . . . they also needed to see it. Seriously?
So off we trudged to the doctor’s office. Even the doctor wasn’t entirely sure what was wrong with his foot, so she sent us off for xrays. Of course, she comes back to tell us that there is an anomaly on one of his bones. Seriously. Ughh. No breaks. No fractures. Just an anomaly. That is truly the story of Ben’s life.
I assured the doctor that I’m sure that the anomaly was nothing. So what is wrong if not the anomaly? A bone bruise. Wrap his ankle. Keep off the foot when possible and no p.e. for a week. If it still hurts in a week, call. I’m not worried about calling. We will see the doctor on Monday for his 8 year old check up and on Friday for his A.D.D. followup (I seriously wish doctors would just let me do it all in one visit.). I’m sure that we can address it then if it still hurts. If. But it had better not still hurt.
The doctor called the next day to say that it was just a bone bruise. Too much drama. I’m locking everyone up in a padded cell for a month. I don’t have time for anymore visits to the doctor. I told the doctor’s staff that I wanted my own room with soothing music and candles (of course, this was after the nurse asked me . . . “You are always so calm when I see you. Why are you so stressed today?” Oh. Could it be from the fact that I just spent all day Monday at the hospital with Ben for his nephrologist appointment and now I was in yet another doctor’s office today! I am so tired of doctors’ offices!!!! I can hardly keep everything that every doctor tells me that I am suppose to do for him. I find myself walking out of the office repeating the important lines over and over again. Like on Monday, “Ben can’t take anti-inflammatories anymore. He must drink more water.”
I don’t mean to sound so heartless towards Ben’s poor ankle plight. He did really hurt. There wasn’t any swelling or discoloration so I just assumed it was ok. My ankle of hugely swollen and ugly colors and I still waited four days before I went in. It is Thursday night and Ben has finally had two days of school without interruptions. That is good. Hopefully, we will make it to the weekend without any more incidents. The good news is that it is just a bone bruise and we won’t have any more visits to the doctor about the ankle.