Parenting stinks sometimes
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Last Wednesday my son got hurt playing with the dog, and he twisted his ankle. The doctor sent him for x-rays and determined it was not fractured, but if he was still hurting by today to bring him back. So that is what I did. She looked at him for a few minutes and then she just started talking about send him to an orthopedic doctor and we may have to travel because no one in our area will see him. She was talking about some kind of virus he could have gotten that is affecting his foot somehow and none of it made sense. She just rambles all the things that could be wrong, but can't tell me what is wrong. I hate days like this. I wish my son were older and he could tell me what hurts and where and when. I hate when doctors tell you everything and yet nothing and I hate feeling so helpless. I hate that my poor baby is sick and I can't do anything to make it all better.