Everything’s ok, everything is fine. The injury is a mystery and required a trip to the ER. We believe P injured his right foot, our educated guess. He fell off his chair (like he does everyday) on Sunday. But he got up limping. Nothing major just a little limp. He had it all week but there was no swelling, no bumps, no bruises, nothing turned funny, no sign of anything wrong other then P limping. We figured it would go away on its own. But yesterday he slide across the floor and reaggravated the mysterious injury. This time he got up hopping and barely wanting to put any weight on his foot. He was walking on his toes. So the problem is P has a high threshold for pain (common with the diagnosis). He didn’t cry from any of the falls and didn’t even wince when he tried to poke and prod him to find out where he was hurt. So we have no gage on how serious he is or isn’t injured. We called our pediatrician and they told us to bring him to the ER for x-rays.
We rushed to the ER, as fast as you can rush with P. I had to pack his portable DVD, books, food, blankie etc. I am always prepared. It was just the nearby tiny town hospital so they close at 8, thus the rush. We got there and 7:30. The intake nurse was very friendly and said we had to get registered. I forget everything I need to tell the nurses since we thankfully haven’t been to the ER in 3 years. But she started asking P the questions. So we then had to explain that he can’t answer questions. I assumed and it looked like she made a note of his diagnosis.
We got registered and finally saw the dr. at 9pm. In the meantime the nurses and staff were complaining about the time and they still had people to see. No big deal because they were all still very friendly and kept saying how “handsome” P was (sorry had to get that in). The dr. came in looking disheveled and tired. We explained the injury and then he proceeded to ask P the questions. We told the dr. he couldn’t answer and probably couldn’t follow his directions. The smart dr. decided it was a good idea to keep talking to P asking him to follow directions and where did it hurt, again and again. We keep saying “no” he doesn’t know what you are asking. The jerk would not listen to us and told us nothing was wrong. So the 5th time we explained the whole situation (even after he saw how much he was limping and not he didn’t want to jump) he begrudgingly agreed to do the x-ray and was grumping under his breath about the time. Now at this point I was pretty annoyed. He was giving us an attitude and not accepting the fact that would couldn’t determine the extent of P’s injury because of his diagnosis. Now I know a 4 yr old can’t explain it to you but at least that can say “ouch” or maybe point to vicinity where it hurts. We are flying blind here. Yes we are a little crazy and overprotective too. But honestly what am I suppose to do when he is hoping on one foot?
We got the x-ray after the technician put her hand up halting me “mom can’t come in”. She was nice inside the room because it turns out she had a nephew with autism. The results came right back. The dr. told us, in I told you so tone, that everything was fine. And we got home around 10:30, finally. Another adventure with P. At least P’s dad didn’t yell at the dr., ok me too. He was stewing the longer we were there about how rude he was to us. The get well plan “don’t run around to much”, ha ha that was funny. P was hop running in the ER room and attempting to play with all the machines. P is still hobbling around today happy as a clam.
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