Note to self:
Doctor appointments with this girl are not fun.
Oh wait, I already knew that.
I just thought that maybe she'd grown out of the screaming-while-the-doctor-is-trying-to-tell-you-super-important-stuff thing.
I was wrong.
I actually think I'm pretty ok at the art of distraction, but Lu out-does my skills by leaps and bounds in the art of "I-want-what-I-want-when-I-want-it-and-I-do-not-want-a-random-doctor-touching-me."
Despite the screaming I did convince Claire's doctor (through tears) on Tuesday to help me get to the bottom of her issues with another test, and in Lu's appt. this morning I understood enough through the doctor's thick accent mingled with Lucy throwing herself about while wailing that we've found a pretty good new endocrinologist...and that we'll be getting a nutritionist.
So, I guess it was all worth it.
The doctors and nurses with their ears still ringing may have a different opinion...
Labels: health, lucy
