--On a whole I always dreaded doctor's visit's with children. Not because of sickness. If a child was sick I was the first one willing to start the car. It was the dang checkup’s that got on my nerves.
--They tell you to arrive 10 to 15 min early. Then make you wait upwards to a hour sometimes. Then they escort you to a tiny icebox they call a waiting room and tell you to strip the baby down to his or her diaper. The doctor will be with you shortly. Which in doctor speck means anywhere from 30 to 60 min.
--When your finally at your wits end, from trying to keep your baby amused while he or she turn’s slowly blue in the icebox they call a waiting room. The doctor pops in and tells you it's time for some dang fool shot. Which they can't give the now some what blue baby unless you sign a paper saying you won't hold the doctor's libel if your baby happens to be in the one percent who comes down with side effects. Of course when you read the side effects a cold pit of fear settles it your stomach that you've grown use to but still lies there like a slow burning ball of lead for the next 7 to 10 days.
--The kicker is they tell you if you don't sign the paper they'll have to report you to the county ss department and you can probably expert a visit the coming days. So of course you sign the paper and then spend the next 7 to 10 day’s riding a roller coaster from Hades every time your baby cries. The worst being of course you have to do the whole thing over again in another month .....
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