Today’s appointment was a waste of time.
I got up early to Wonderboy saying he has another headache. I called the doctors to make an appointment and was informed that we couldn’t see the doctor and that we would have to see a ‘nurse practitioner’ instead….i won’t insult nurse practitioners by saying they are people practicing to be nurses, because they are more experienced and highly qualified than a practice nurse….they have the authority to prescribe medication without the doctor’s signature….but well, hey, they are not doctor’s….and when you find an unexplained lump on the back of your kid’s head you want to see a doctor!
The nurse practitioner was very nice. Once we got in there we begin to explain the reason we are there and she smiled a lot and was friendly, making us feel at ease….well, as much at ease as we could be…she looked at my son while feeling his head and said, ‘oh..that’s just a bone’….and smiled vibrantly.
“Oh…riiiiiiiiiggggggggghhht”….I said, “are you sure you are feeling the right thing…because I thought it was a bone too…until…”
“Oh, yes”, she said, ” now I feel it…. it’s further along..yes, now I can feel it….hmmm, I don’t actually know what that is…it could be a gland….but his glands don’t seem to be up….”hmmmm”.
“Right, so what do you think we should do?”, I ask.
“I think you need to see a doctor”, she says, “that way I am covered and you will be happier that you have seen a doctor…it might be nothing, but it’s best to get the doctor to check it out”.
….Yup. That sounds about right.
“So when can we see a doctor?”, I ask.
“We have an appointment at the other surgery tomorrow…”
“Okay, thank you”
So, in the surgery’s efforts to improve efficiency, we will now have had to use two appointments where one would have done in the first place…and we have the anxiety of waiting another day….and we know precisely nothing. Until tomorrow morning when we hope to know more. Hopefully it will be a gland, maybe even a cyst, or a calcium build up…but there is the worry it may be something more…I try not to think about it….how do parents of seriously ill children cope? I hate that I fall apart at a mere ‘lump’.
Thank goodness I prompted her to continue examinging Wonderboy’s head or we could have walked away with her and us thinking it was a bone!
But you are ,making the anxiety easier to contend with. I can’t tell you how very touched and indeed how very grateful I am/we are for your prayers….well, I can, but you won’t really grasp the depth of my apreciation. It’s so good to know that people all over the world are concerned and are praying for my son and for me.
Thank you for caring about this little dysfunctional english family, for though we are strangers to many of you, you sure don’t feel like strangers to me.