Late Afternoon
Dec. 2nd, 2004 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfs(I'm sorry for dumping these all at once. I write them on my laptop as I go along and only send them to LJ later, when I get home.)
I went over to Kouryou-chan's school half an hour early because I had to take her to her doctor's appointment. That was half excitement, half trial. The fun part was when we got there. The nurse was taking her vitals and doing the usual run-through of developmental milestones: "Can you hop on one foot? Can you skip? What color is this? And this?" And then there was, "Can she recognize any letter shapes?"
I pointed at the wall. "Kouryou, what does that sign say?"
"Which one?"
"The one on the door?"
"Please turn off your cell phone while in the examination room."
The nurse shook her head. "I guess she can." We ran through the rest of the examination in quick order. The doctor came in and gave her the same bit. We're a little worried about her persistent winter cough and her skin looks rougher than it should in places, but otherwise she's in great health. Tall and thin for her age, but not too drastic about either. And then it was time for her shots. She did not like that at all, especially since one of them was a tetanus immunization.
Oh, but that wasn't the worst of it. Oh, no. Then we had to go to another building to get a blood draw. And the intern fucked up the thumb draw. And she hated the thumb draw. It wasn't until the experienced nurse came over and did an elbow draw, during which she was freaking out and I was holding her down in that way that makes you feel more like a horrible monster than a loving father, but it had to be done.
Afterwards, I held her in the lobby and comforted her until she stopped crying, then hurtled north again to pick up Yamaarashi-chan from her daycare. We're home now and the girls are watching Kimba the White Lion. I'm going to go make adult Mac'n'Cheese.
I went over to Kouryou-chan's school half an hour early because I had to take her to her doctor's appointment. That was half excitement, half trial. The fun part was when we got there. The nurse was taking her vitals and doing the usual run-through of developmental milestones: "Can you hop on one foot? Can you skip? What color is this? And this?" And then there was, "Can she recognize any letter shapes?"
I pointed at the wall. "Kouryou, what does that sign say?"
"Which one?"
"The one on the door?"
"Please turn off your cell phone while in the examination room."
The nurse shook her head. "I guess she can." We ran through the rest of the examination in quick order. The doctor came in and gave her the same bit. We're a little worried about her persistent winter cough and her skin looks rougher than it should in places, but otherwise she's in great health. Tall and thin for her age, but not too drastic about either. And then it was time for her shots. She did not like that at all, especially since one of them was a tetanus immunization.
Oh, but that wasn't the worst of it. Oh, no. Then we had to go to another building to get a blood draw. And the intern fucked up the thumb draw. And she hated the thumb draw. It wasn't until the experienced nurse came over and did an elbow draw, during which she was freaking out and I was holding her down in that way that makes you feel more like a horrible monster than a loving father, but it had to be done.
Afterwards, I held her in the lobby and comforted her until she stopped crying, then hurtled north again to pick up Yamaarashi-chan from her daycare. We're home now and the girls are watching Kimba the White Lion. I'm going to go make adult Mac'n'Cheese.
Yeah, some of those interns...
Date: 2004-12-05 01:42 pm (UTC)I had a severe phobia of needles for 10+ years because of one. At the age of around 10, I had stopped eating much for about a week, and my parents took me to th hospital. Where, of course, they decided to do a blood test. They sent in an intern to take 2 vials of blood from my left arm. Guy couldn't find the vein. Then he came back 3 minutes later to say that they needed another vial. Then came back 10 minutes later to say that they (read, *he*) had lost one of the vials and needed a 4th. About 15 minutes later, it developed that they didn't need the 3rd vial in the first place. My parents, of course, had to hold me down thru all this.
To this day, I'm not certain if he was just incompetent, or if he was a psycho.
-Malthus