Visiting the Doc

Sethie was home sick for the last couple of days. School started on Monday so that means he is 1 for 3 right now. I did get him to go to school this morning, but only with the assurance that I am waiting by the phone for either his call or the one that is suppose to come from the doctor saying how his blood work looks. Yesterday the doctor got the privilege of seeing Seth. If I was a doctor, I would look forward to Seth's visits! He is just so dang entertaining to talk to. The nurse has not yet learned to ask for a summary of what is wrong, so when she asks Seth why he is there he starts from the beginning...
"Well a couple of WEEKS ago I was playing basketball with my friends, but they were pushing me around... I decided to go home.... I rode my bike home... but when I got by my friends house... I crashed it.... I hit my head (shows area)... all the dot dot dots are all the extra words he shoves in there. It can go on for a good ten to fifteen minutes...the story continues until she interrupts him and says she'll get the doctor. Then the doctor comes in and he has a smile on his face and I know he remembers Seth, and yet he is such a good doctor he asks Seth to tell him what is wrong and Seth repeats the whole story again.
Then the doctor asks "have you been feeling "this" way?" and Seth responds "I felt "that" way before!" And the doctor asks if he felt that way when he was "two or when he was ten"? I just sit in the corner and laugh at the two communicating.
I haven't been sure whether Seth has had Fakitis or whether he has really been "not feeling normal". So as I posted yesterday... I told him I would take him to the doctors, but I was going to request blood work ...and a prostate exam. Of course I knew the prostate exam wouldn't be happening, but I was trying to scare him into admitting his Fakitis so I threw it in there. I wasn't even sure if they would draw blood, but as I said I was trying to scare him into "feeling normal". Of course since he went to the doctors I failed miserably at that, but still am not sure about the fakitis or not.
The doctor thought that Seth probably had symptoms from his "not wearing a helmet" bike fall a couple of weeks ago mixed with a virus that he has been seeing going around. Seth was of course telling him ALL of every feeling he has had in the last two weeks (or way longer) and putting on a really good show of how crummy he feels (can't lift his arms above his head, blah blah), when he pauses and asks if they are going to need to take his blood? The doctor says "hmmm, you know that might not be a bad idea."
I laughed in my head because up till that point I don't think the doctor had even considered it and I am to wimpy in real life to ask for it and Seth, who didn't want it done... was actually the initiator of it. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Well, I agreed with the doctor that we should probably have some blood work taken. Seth wanted to know what kind of things they test his blood for. The doctor said they test to make sure your not a diabetic, or anemic, and they test the white blood cell count. Seth's mind stopped working once he said the word diabetic. "I have a friend who is diabetic... and an aunt who is diabetic.... my friend had to pee a lot and that is how they found out he was diabetic... I have to pee a lot in the mornings!" I murmured something like "don't we all!" and he went on about how much he has to pee in the mornings and how he has to sit on the toilet for "over a minute sometimes and it just keeps coming and coming." The doctor was like "glad I didn't ask you about your stool..." and Seth said "what is stool?" and then when the doctor said it was poop Seth went on about his poop for another 1/2 a minute. It was all very entertaining, even more so than going to a movie. The best part was when a few minutes later he had to get his blood taken. I have decided I am a horrible mother. I did give him my hand to squeeze as i sat there with my mega smile while he tried to talk the lady into not poking him with the needle. "Will it hurt?" "I am not ready yet!" "Don't stick it into me please". She tried to distract him asking him questions about school and such while he sat there. I on the other had pointed out how cool it looked that his blood was gushing into that tube like water gushes out of the faucet. I got the look from the phlebotomist that that wasn't helping. Not like he is distractable anyway... sheesh. :-) He sat there with a high pitched voice asking "are you done yet" but also trying to answer the questions she was asking. They were the shortest answers I have ever heard the kid give.
Then once it was over he was like "man that REALLY REALLY hurts! We are definitely going to the dollar store for that! That makes my flu shot seem like a poke!"
We then got to go home and for the last day I've got to answer questions like "If I am diabetic what is going to happen?" "Do all diabetics have to give themselves shots?" If you remember how his toe got hurt a couple months ago and he was convinced he had broken it. Well now he has convinced himself that he has all the symptoms of juvenile diabetes and I have had to spend many of a minutes telling him that that is a pretty slim probability. But he has convinced himself that is the case. I told him I probably wouldn't tell my friends that cause he told all of his friends after his last doctors visit that his 5% chance of having a broken toe meant that he probably had one and then when he never got the call that said it was broken (which he was very positive would come) he had to tell all his friends that it really wasn't broken.
Later on that night James asked me if Seth really had everything wrong with him that he said he did. He told James he was going blind in one eye (there was a blurry eye conversation that he had with the doctor, but we won't go into that... I think my memory is strong enough to remember), and probably diabetic, plus he was experiencing a mild concussion and probably had a virus that made people really weak. I just smiled at James and told him I guess so.
So anyway that was our delightful day yesterday. I would let one of you take Seth to the doctors, but that is really the only fun I get these days so you'll have to wait until I am being in a really nice mood.