The Visit

There is nothing like being coomed up in a little 10x8' room for over an hour with four boys, three small, one large. Ugh!

Boompas and the Teen Boy had to see the doc today. Unfortunately, she was severly behind schedule (figures because--miracle of all miracles--I was fifteen minutes early!), so we waited for over an hour in the severly undersized treatment room (or whatever they call it). And, yes, it becomes severely small when packed with Eighty-Eight Fingers, his Feller sidekicks and the Teen Boy who plugged his ears with his Ipod headphones and slept on the examining table the duration of our wait. Boompas had some lumps in his thigh examined. Just as I thought, they were a reaction from his shot from last month, but due to my ever growing lump paranoia I took him in to be safe. Sometimes the immunization can take two to three months to be absorbed. The doctor removed a revolting assortment of callouses, corns and warts from the Teen Boy. Disgusting.

Because we were there just over a month ago and the Fellers received shots at that time, they were terrified of the nurse and doctor at first. Nothing like a nice long wait and a basket of books to fight your brothers over to knock that fear out of their systems, though. The Fellers almost went through the roof when the nurse rolled the Cryo Therapy contraption in for TB's warts, but good 'ol Eighty-Eight was over like a bat out of hell to investigate. Nothing gets by him. The good news is that we did not quite flood the office with liquid nitrogen or smash the fancy new laptops the docs carry from room to room to smithereens this particular visit, although we did have several extremely close calls. We did, however, accomplish sending Mommy on her way with a kickin' (that is Teen for "really bad" or "really rad" depending on the circumstances) headache. So all in all, a very fine day. Thank goodness for the gods of naptime descending from on high to grant me an hour of silence.