Medieval torture device

I wasn't gonna blog today, I thought at least. I didn't want to feel like I HAD to blog everyday, and well I have kinda been in a mood today so I didn't want to be a downer. That all changed when I talked to Pam today while sitting outside of Lonestar dance waiting on Alicyn. I was kinda frustrated that I could not go inside cause Jaxon is sick, and was telling her about the horrible experience I had at the doctors office with him, when she cracks up laughing. She said I had to blog about it cause everyone else would get a laugh out of it. So here goes....

Since Jack died, I have been paranoid about my kids. Who wouldn't be given the situation. I talked to my pediatrician on Friday, then took Jaxon in on Monday because he was coughing. Not bad coughing just coughing. Not the kind of coughing I would ever think anything about. Well, Monday I decided I would feel better if I took him in to see Getman just in case. Anyone who knows me knows I love Dr. Getman, he thinks I am a nut but he understands me. Anyway, he checked Jaxon out and said he had a cold. I knew this deep down but I needed him to tell me. Fast forward to 11pm last night, Jaxon is coughing and is hot, we take his temp and its 102.8. I tell Rich that he has to sleep with us (I know he just loved that). This morning Jaxon still has fever, so I call the nurse. It goes something like this "Hi, its Laura McGovern, I know I was just there yesterday but now Jaxon has fever. Can you just leave a message for Dr. Getman to call me?" Nurse asks how high his fever is, I told her and she said hold on, let me go grab him. She comes back on and says Brenda (the best nurse ever), wants you to bring him in to be tested for flu.
We arrive, Brenda calls us back and does the flu swab in his nose, Jaxon is PISSED. She says Getman will be right in. After 10 minutes she comes back in and says that he wants him to have a chest x-ray. WTH?? Chest x-ray, I say to myself. I think he might just be trying to make me happy thinking this is what I want. We leave the room, go to the x-ray area and wait for 30 minutes, all while I am holding this heavy child who feels like crap. We finally get called back, as we walk back I am thinking, thank God this is almost over. Well, no. In the X-ray room the tech says "we are going to use the chair today, it gets the best pictures". I swear this thing looks like the electric chair, but I go along with it not knowing any better. They tell me to put JT's legs through these holes (Jaxon is already screaming, this should have been a sign), then they wrap a plastic corset thing(think of the brace that is used for scoliosis patients) around his tummy and chest and I have to hold his hands above his head, while they take their sweet time taking 3 films. As you can imagine, JT is scared to death, I am pissed that they didn't warn me and he is screaming loud enough for all of Austin to hear. Finally, that's done, we go back to Getman's room to wait for results. Brenda confirms that the Flu is negative; and we wait. And wait, and wait. Getman comes in and says the x-rays is clear, and asks. "what's different from yesterday". I explain the fever and that I couldn't get it to break last night with motrin. He looks in his ears and says they are both much more red than the day before...so bingo, he has a double ear infection. All that for an ear infection. I have decided that this was Dr. Getman's way of getting me to chill out. My poor son had to deal with the medieval torture device so I could learn a lesson. I guess I deserved that one :).