…and we saw a doctor!
I decided to not disrupt my entire family, so Quinn and I caught a bus at 7:30 this morning to go to his
8:15 8 a.m. appointment. The bus ride was only 15 minutes long and was entirely silent. But for Quinn’s incessant chattering.
We’ve been to the doctor’s office so many times recently that Quinn finally wasn’t upset at all to go in. I don’t think he quite believed that we were going to actually see a doctor. We got in right away, before I was even able to fill out the new HIPAA form. After the nurse took Quinn’s weight (42 pounds—holy schnikes!) and blood pressure, Quinn thought we were done. And he was stoked.
But he agreed to wait to see the doctor, although as soon as he walked in, Quinn said, “No shots.” Fortunately the doctor agreed.
After his exam, the doctor told me that Quinn has flat feet and needs arch supports. If arch supports don’t help, we have to come back for x-rays and blood work. I’m betting on the arch supports.
The doctor told Quinn he could go get a sticker, but Quinn wanted something from the prize box. But the prize box is only for kids who get vaccinations. And the doctor was all, “If he wants something from the prize box, we can give him the FluMist.”
And I was all, “Okay.”
And Quinn was all, “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
But he got it and he was fine, except he tried to give me the flu by wiping his live-vaccine-y nose all over my sweatshirt.
And Quinn got to pick out a bubble wand from the prize box.
We had to kill time until Alex picked us up. Quinn spent that time being ecstatic that he didn’t have to go back to the doctor for several months.
I took him to school (which is going awesome for him, by the way) and after school I picked him up to go get arch supports, which Quinn took as code for “Torture Devices Mom Is Going to Put in My Shoes.”
The expensive shoe store the doctor sent us to had staff that seemed to really know what they were doing, although I nearly choked when the guy showed me what looked like two little pieces of foam and told me that they cost SEVENTY-ONE DOLLARS.
When I asked if I could just move them from shoe to shoe, the guy looked at Quinn’s shoes and said, “Well, they aren’t going to work in those.” He says I need shoes that tie so they support his foot all over.
So he pulls out five different New Balance sneakers and lets Quinn choose what color he likes. By this time, Quinn had forgotten about arch support as torture device and he’s really excited about SUPER SPEEDY NEW WHITE, SILVER, AND RED SHOES! Which cost north of $50.
I also bought a wallet each for Quinn and Jack, because kid’s wallets are surprisingly hard to find and they actually had them at this store.
I walked out, having spent one hundred and forty dollars on a shoe-store trip for a four-year-old. Can you imagine the shoes I could have bought if I spent a similar amount on shoes for myself?
But doesn’t he look supported and orthotic?
All I have to say is that, shin pain be damned, if his feet start to grow fast, I am going to bind those things so he can wear those shoes for the next five years. And that shin pain damn well better go away.