Growing Pains

Wyatt has been having growing pains for the last month or so and I haven't thought much about it.

When he woke up Monday morning he couldn't walk down the stairs.

He. Could. Not. Walk. 

I freaked out, (imagine that) figured he had polio and immediately started mentally fitting him for a metal brace.

After I had him sized up I cracked the phone book in search of a pediatrician.

Wyatt has never been to the doctor.

Well yes he has, but the last time was for his well baby check.

I always took him to the health department across from where I worked downtown for his immunizations, and he's never been sick, so he never had a reason to see a doctor.

If we were still in Washington I would just call his baby doctor, Dr.Les, (isn't that funny, we went from Dr Les to doctorless) but now we're in Oregon, so who do I call...

I find out that the Oregon's Children Hospital has an office in the same building as my shoulder doctor, since I know where that is, thats where we're going.

So I call.

I asked the lady if they were taking new patients.

She asked me if we had insurance.

I said yes.

She asked what kind.

I said Teamsters.

She said a doctor could see us at 1:00.

I wonder what time during the month of never we would have been able to see the doctor if we didn't have insurance.

The good news is, Wyatt does not have polio and will not be needing a metal brace.

He has planters faciitis and will be wearing orthodics.

The tendon between the ball of his foot and his heel is to short because his arch is to high and he's growing to fast.

So he's home from school this week and we're keeping his foot wrapped with sport tape and he's popping ibuprofen every four hours and things seem to be looking up.

Wendy brought her boyfriend over last week.

I don't think he was drunk the first time I met him, I think he's just "short bus."

How do you tell the difference between chemically and mentally impaired?

Anywho, thats all that's new with me.