My son had his biopsy done on Tuesday. I had my husband take him, because I don’t like us both being out of town when she is in school. At least, that’s the reason I give my husband. We both know that the real reason is that I can’t stand to watch our son being poked and prodded.
The biopsy would have been done in the doctor’s office, if my son would have allowed them to use needles on him. Of course, there is no way that was going to happen. He had to go under anesthesia and have a surgeon biopsy the skin abnormalities on his legs. Everything went well. My husband even asked them to cut his nails while he was out of it. They did.
I know, in a couple of weeks, his nails will be back to needing grooming. At least, for a short time, they look good. My son will not let me near him with nail clippers. I used to cut his nails when he was asleep, but now I can’t. He will wake up the instant I touch his hand.
Did I mention that Tuesday was my birthday? When they got home, my husband honked the horn and I gathered my things to go out to the car. In the car, I was watching my son while my husband filled me in on what happened at the hospital.
My poor boy was so groggy. He could barely hold up his head. When we got out of the car in the parking lot of the restaurant, things started to get really funny. My little boy could barely walk. I had to put my arms around him to keep him from falling. It was like he was a little, drunk boy. He did get better. After a little bit to ear and drink, he started waking up. By the time we got home, he was almost back to his normal self.
I am still waiting for a call from the doctor about my biopsy results. I am also still waiting for them to call me about the date for my surgery. I’ll keep you posted.
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What has your experience been taking your child to the doctor?
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