Today I was in the dentist. I was literally on the verge of tears. Meryl Streep ain’t got nothin’ on this Mamma when it comes to bringing the drama apparently. It’s not that I intentionally create or thrive in drama, I just beat myself up sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean a lot. I am a classic megalomaniac. I have literally wept at every personal failure since grade school. It’s a character flaw.
So today as the dentist was explaining to me that the lump most likely was swollen glands, and they had to do follow up X-rays to be certain, but most likely he has a common viral infection that is highly contagious and was probably contracted by touching an item that was contaminated by another child, I was thrilled although I felt terrible that I couldn’t do anything more than make him comfortable and I wasn’t sure which emotion to latch onto for just a moment. It’s not my fault! Hooray! Wait, he’s still sick, stop celebrating!
Wait a second, hold on there, doc…so you’re telling me that the failings I have as a parent aren’t the cause? It’s the things that I am doing right (the socialization and the therapies)? Well, color me silly.
So a prescription to swish with, referral to an orthodontist (to just double check and confirm the diagnosis), and the advice of giving him plenty of ice cream (yes, from a dentist, my mind was blown, too) we were on our way.
Just call me Chicken Little.
Side noting that I want to send a special thank you to the wonderful women that took the time to give me advice and comfort (and Cookie even threw herself under the bus with me) at a time when I was truly feeling low. It meant the world (and then some) to read your comments and to feel the sense of community that I love so much about blogging! Thank you, again, y’all are the best!
Future post coming about my hatred of Pharmacies and their practices…so stay tuned! 😉
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