Setting Co-pay World Records

Well its September 14th, 2012 and as of 1:53pm everyone in the Wilson house was, amazingly enough, alive and in possesion of, or at least knew where all of their appendages were.

After survivin broken collar bones and emergency appendectomies, refer to past blogs for weird details on these momets, my husband kissed us all goodbye and hightailed it out of the country for a week. The day he left, I had doctor appointments and carpool and lunch dates. We stopped at the store before dropping Kyler off at school. We forgot to ask Caleb if this was ok and after getting out of the car, we heard from him that in fact this was not ok with him.

Mommy crazily enough, still thought of herself as the boss and drug him through the parking lot. To remind mommy that she wasn't really as in charge as she thought, Caleb went limp, landing himself in a heap on the asphalt.

I gritted my teeth dragging my screaming child and smiled at the elderly lady staring at us. I bribed him with M&M's and we got through the short shopping trip with enough time to only run half the red lights to get Kyler to school on time.

Caleb, Liam and I headed to our lunch date at Chik-fil-a, where Caleb insisted his leg hurt and he couldn't walk through the parking lot. I was irritated enough to threaten taking the possibility of ice cream away. He ate his lunch and wanted to go play, but when he stood up, he cried and wanted to just sit with me. Now I decided to bribe him with ice cream to get him to play on it. If I coudl deny that it was hurt bad enough to hinder walking, I could fool myself into thinking that we weren't headed back into the oh so very familiar doctors office.

No joke, my doctor mentioned to me on one of my last visits that they were having a plaque made that said "parking spot reserved for Mrs. Wilson and all her boys"

Well by 4 he still wouldn't walk. I called my doctor and his nurse said they had no more appointments. Thankfully my doctor in now familiar with our craziness and said it wouldn't be a regular work day if he didn't see us, so he slipped us in for x-rays at 5pm. Turned out it was a bone bruise, and it took him several days to startwalking on it regularly.

Tuesday I patted myself on the back when everyone was nestled sweetly in their beds and I had yet to visit the doctor's office that day. I was tured, however, so I decided to wait on the bulk of my homework until the next evening.

Wednesday dawned delightfully cool and rainy. I got Micah off to school and everyone else slept in. I got Kyler to school on time and started laundry. The younger two, in a rare turn of events, both laid down for naps and I turned on the TV to catch up on my shows while I folded laundry.    

Then the phone rang. It was the school nurse. She wanted to know if I could come and try to get the rock that was lodged in Micah's ear, out.I shook my head, "I'm sorry I thought you said my 6 year old has a rock stuck in his ear." Indeed he did. Naptime was cut very short as I loaded babies up into the van and drove through the rain that was now annoying me.

The school nurse and I chatted while Micah yelled that we were hurting him and I dug in his ear. I am not sure how I feel about being so quickly recognized in the front office at school so early in the year, but my reputation proceeds me.

We went to our pediatricians office again. The guy at the front joked with me about how impressed he was not to have seen me the day before, then the PA tried for a while toget the rock out of my kids ear.

Frustrated I finally drug it out of my stubborn 6 year old that he really had stuck the rock in there. He looked at me and said, "but at least the one on the other ear and the two in my nose came back out" What?!?

We were shuffled onto the Urgent Care, and tucked into a room we shared with a lady who kept calling out that her pain was a 10. The nurse came in and tried with no luck to dislodge my son's classs clown act. Then the doctor tried for a while. Thankfully he was successful in removing the rock. He thanked Micah for the most fun he had had all day and gave Micah a cup to keep his rock in. The only reason I would have wanted to keep that stupid thing was if it had been made of solid gold and could pay for all the co-pays it had caused me!

 

Thursday we managed to keep out of any medical establishments, but today was a new day and Liam was scheduled to have tubes put in his ears. Thankfully Kevin got home last night and was there to hold my hand for the very long 15 minutes it took for the surgery to be completed.

Liam was not impressed that we allowed strangers to tie him to a bed, shove gas in his face, and cut into his ears. He made sure that everyone understood this as he filled the whole place with very angry screams.

We brought him home snuggled him into his bed for a nap and thanfully my adorable and happy little guy emerged 4 hours later.

 

You have no idea how scared Sunday is making me!!

It'd be covered by your shirt, but not your HMO

Caleb loves the belly button song sung by the boyz in the sink. If you are anyone you know exactly what song that is and which group of gourds sings this hit.

This song has taken on new meaning lately. And I shall now tell you why in way more detail than probably anyone wants to know.

August 27th Micah came home from school with strep throat. I ran around trying to get him into the last available appointment so that he only had to miss one day of school, because lets face it, less fighting has been a rather welcome event since school started, and I didn't want to disrupt that for too long.

After our fast and greasy burgers we gobbled at dinner time, my husband complained about a stomach ache. The man lives on grease alone, so a stomach ache really isn't that shocking. I'm rather bitter that his diet dripping with grease and deep fried everything has forgotten to raise his cholesterol higher than mine and I eat a tad bit healthier!

After being up all night with pain, he went to his doctor who decided that even though it could possibly be appendecitis, indigestion was much easier to treat. At this point I will pause and say, your welcome world for the hypochondriac that is me. I take full responsibility for the crazy, leave-his-socks-on-the-floor guy that is Kevin still being around to leave his socks on the floor. I insisted he go in. Just in case.

I waved as he headed to the ER on his own. People, don't judge, I have 4 boys, one who had strep and one who was finally taking a nap and you don't mess with nap time!! So when it became apparent that he was going to visiting the operating room, I called the babysitter and filled a backpack with chocolate (for me), and clean underwear(for him)  and went to be by his dressed-in-an-open-backed-gown side.

I sat in a waiting room with a large tv playing a medical drama, and listening to a woman loudly tell the story of how her friend almost died from her ruptured appendix. She left, the show changed to CSI or something, and it got dark. Then the doctor came out. I was sure he was going to tell me that something bad happened, like maybe he accidently cut the wrong thing out!

Thankfully he didn't and my husband was sitting in a recovery room. He told me that while they were in there they had repaired a small hernia. When I was finally allowed back to see him, he was hurting and had to pee, but grouchy about the fact that he had to PAY someone to TAKE something from him.

He spent the next few days on Percocet, taking advantage of being waited on hand and foot, and then his belly button bandage came off.

I wish so bad I would have pictures, but he has threatened to leave me if I take any. Before surgery, Kevin had no belly button. It was just a little dent. He hates belly buttons and I kind of enjoy getting a rise out of him by touching it. After surgery he has a very defined deep belly button! Where is the belly button that I married? What did they do in that OR??? Sometimes I wake up at night and freak out, wondering who the guy in bed with me is, and then I remember the surgery.

Belly button Uh Uh!