so last wednesday April 10th, we had a new appointment in the hospital to have his plaster removed. his anxiety starts in the car to the hospital, which is a 45 minute drive. i try to entertain him, but anxiety kicks in and wins over.
in the waiting area it's not much better. ofcourse i bring toys, books, ipad and all i can carry. nothing really helps.
he keeps asking the same questions over and over again. this time we had a very understanding 'casting director' and she was really sweet and patient with him. she explained how she would work, and even let him feel the machine she was going to cut his plaster with. before she starts (and after she was finished) that's when it's the worst. during the procedure he's calm and let her do her job. i think that's amazing. he knows when to be the tough guy. but when it's over, his anxiety kicks in again.
so when she was working to get his plaster off, i tried to distract him with his favorite Nemo book. aka pushing the damn book as far into his face as humanly possible. go mommy :S
there were new x-rays taken also. and what we were afraid off (because i'm no idiot and saw it on the x-rays 2 weeks ago), the pens were dropped AGAIN. so the points are again on both sides of his knee. not poking through his skin, but you can see (and feel) them.
so what does that mean. that means surgery which was scheduled in august to remove this pens, will be rescheduled, end of may, and maybe even sooner than that. but those pens do have a reason they are in his bone. and i think there MUST be a reason they were supposed to be in there for 6 months. so now they are speeding it up, and taking them out at 3 months. that's a new point i need to discuss with his surgeon. our biggest worry is (ofcourse) his leg. it needs to be strong enough. i need to be convinced peeps.
after his plaster was off, he got some sort of 'maillot' to keep some stability to his leg, and to keep it from swelling.
and as sweet as the 'casting director' was during the procedure, as strange did it end. i was packing up his stuff, making his wheelchair ready for him and i hear her ask how old he was. Ruben answers 5 (with a tiny teary voice). and she responded "wow, you sure sound like a baby"..... WELL THAT WAS THE BIGGEST JAWDROP OF THE CEINTURY peeps. nailed to the ground i stood there. seriously. did she just say that??? and with the other bitchy nurses and staff i immediately told them what i though of their words... but now i was just caught of guard. she was so sweet, gentle & caring. and than she said that. stunning huh? so at my next visit (beginning of May new x-rays) i'll talk to her. keep it nice & real. but i'll talk to her.
on the agenda today: i NEED a REVolution day, but office needs me too. so i guess i'll see which way i'll go. nice or naughty.
life is good. can i have coffee?