Today I took
Aaron to his doctor appointment at the air base. I will tell you right away that all of his
test results came back perfectly normal.
What a huge relief!! His blood
pressure was excellent, and his weight showed that he has lost a grand total of
approximately 60 pounds over a 7 month period.
The drug that we weaned him from this winter can cause weight gains of
50-60 pounds, so since all tests are normal and he has no other symptoms, we
are fairly certain that this explains the huge weight loss. We will monitor his weight monthly and send
that info to his PA there. We are very,
very thankful for this good report today.
Thank you, Lord!
And now for
the rest of the story. You surely know
that going on an outing with Aaron will be interesting. His test results may have been normal, but as
for the rest of the morning.........
We walked up
the hallway of the clinic and went right away to the sign-in counter. I was aware of the curious stare of the girl
behind the desk as she was trying to mentally classify Aaron. Good luck with that, I thought. And as I turned to remind Aaron to stay
beside me, and to quit making the mouth noise, and to not clap........ I was
also aware of the stares of the two people behind us. I was so thankful that Aaron doesn't notice
that, and that he feels no discomfort in public settings. Absolutely none, as he delightfully started
pulling on the stretchy barrier that marks the sign-in lane and I reminded him
not to do that as I remind him at every clinic visit......and I was glad to
take the necessary information form and sit down.
But Aaron
had no sooner sat in the chair beside me when he was up again, headed with
purpose toward something. I quickly
looked up and called him back, but then I saw what he saw..........a blood
pressure machine! He loves blood
pressure machines, and so he said that he wanted to do this while we waited for
his name to be called. Mind you, none of
Aaron's conversations are spoken quietly.
I just nodded and smiled, and he happily turned in the chair at the
machine..........where he proceeded to take off his ring, his watch, and his
glasses. I was thankful that he didn't
start to remove his shirt as well! And
also thankful that right then his name was called.........so he sighed, and put
on his ring and his watch and his glasses.
Aaron loves
doctor visits. He likes being the center
of attention, and he likes answering questions whenever he is allowed, and he
likes going on and on about whatever he wants to talk about to this person who
has an interest in him and has ears to listen to his stories. However, this day was a little
different. He did not have a rash to
show, or a complaint to complain about, or a pain to rate. When the PA came in the room after Aaron was
triaged, she and I just talked and talked about Aaron's test results and his
meds that he takes and when he was weaned off the one drug. She looked at Aaron, and spoke to Aaron, and
smiled at him.......but the vast majority of the conversation was with me. And why should Mom get all the
attention? She is not the one who lost
weight and had to have blood drawn and had to pee in a cup and had to have
nasty fecal smears done.
So finally
Aaron eased off of the exam table and stood beside me, staring at the wall.......the
wall full of fun gadgets just waiting to be touched and picked up and
explored. I told him to not even think
of touching anything.........so he sat in the chair against the wall. He sat there quietly, until I heard him
rather softly say something about wanting to show her this. Show her what, I thought? But I was concentrating on my conversation
with the PA. Aaron, realizing that he
was being further ignored, began to scoot his chair closer to me. Scoot, scoot, scoot. Still, the PA and I were engaged in what we
were discussing.........so Aaron proceeded to take off one of his shoes and
then to remove his sock.
He sat in
the chair, and then scooted even closer to me..........minus his shoe and
sock. Still we talked, but not about
what Aaron wanted us to notice and discuss.
He knew better than to interrupt again, so instead he proceeded to slide
down in his chair in order to stretch his leg out and place his bare foot up on
the trash can that was right beside my chair.
And there he sat, scrunched down in his chair with his leg stretched out
and his foot resting on top of the trash can...........waiting to be
noticed.........waiting to be questioned.........waiting to be examined.......waiting
for SOMETHING!
Lt. Wendt
likes Aaron, and she smiled like she understood and I smiled because I
understand all too well.........and then as Aaron saw a break in the
conversation, he jerked up and grabbed his foot and said that he had something
to show the PA! He pulled back his toes
and there, underneath his last two toes, was a little patch of peeling
skin.........and some black slipper sock fuzz.
"Look!" Aaron breathlessly said. "What is that?!"
Lt. Wendt
was grinning, and I replied to Aaron, "That's slipper sock fuzz and some
loose skin because you don't shower correctly!" Aaron was disappointed that this was the only
discussion and diagnosis that he was to hear about his toe problem; but he was
happy that the PA listened to his lungs and his heart, and that he got at least
a little attention to make this visit worthwhile. Soon his shoe and sock were back on his foot
and we were driving down the road, headed for lunch at Subway..........where
Aaron told me all about getting "unsweeted tea" when he went to
Subway with Krysten, and do I like "unsweeted tea?"
After lunch,
we went to our vet to pick up dog food and allergy pills..........and where
Aaron got to pet Cato, the resident cat.
Then to Dillon's for one of his prescriptions, and for junk food, and
where of course Aaron had to try out the lounge chair that was on sale.
All of this
weight business with Aaron has taken a toll on us, and I believe he and I were
both feeling like a huge weight was taken off our shoulders. Thank you, Lord, for good test results and
for a good day with Aaron........and that all Aaron had to show the PA was
slipper sock fuzz under his toes!
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