Nothing with the kids is just a ‘quick trip’ especially if it means going to the Doctor. This is an account of a supposedly ‘quick trip’ to the doctor the other day that didn’t go quite to plan! The most stressful hour and a half of my week so far!
A Quick Trip to the Doctor
So we were enjoying a nice rare day off in the week where we didn’t have anything to do but stay at home. We had fun in the garden in the morning, kids had a nap after lunch (most unlike my daughter but didn’t think to much of it), and a visit from nana and grandad in the afternoon. All was good in the hood.
That is until I noticed Isla fidgeting and acting weird, she had been to the toilet more times than usual and when she started to complain that it hurt when she passed ‘wee wee’ I knew something wasn’t right.
So I called my GP. First I was greeted (I say greeted loosely) by the receptionist who informed me that there were no free appointments today, tomorrow or for the rest of the week. After explaining that it was for my 4 year old, and that I thought she may have a urinary tract infection I managed to register for a call back from the doctor.
Well the Doctor rang me at 5pm and asked if I could be there in 20 mins and get a urine sample whilst there. I hesitated as I looked at my 2 children running around in their pants and vest and said ‘Sure, OK!’ I gave Isla a drink and told her to drink it quickly whilst scrabbling around to get them both dressed.
Well we made it. The receptionist gave us a plastic cup and as the normal toilet was occupied, we descended on the disabled toilet. Isla then had stage fright and couldn’t produce a wee. Whilst she was sitting on the loo, I was trying to keep Oliver in check who decided it would be fun to pull all the toilet roll out of the dispenser! Replacing the toilet roll as best I could, I heard a strange bleeping sound and looked around to see a cheeky Oliver hanging on to the red cord! I seriously could have died as I replied meekly ‘We’re OK thanks, sorry’ to the lady who knocked on the door in response to the emergency alarm. ‘Mummy my wee wee is coming!’, oh crap where did I put the cup?
Slightly dishevelled we emerged from the toilet with the tiniest of samples and made our way to the waiting room. The kiddies corner occupied them for all of 5 minutes, after which they proceeded to shout about Isla having a sore noonie, much to the amusement of a patient sitting close by. For the remaining 45 minutes sat in the waiting room they started to unload the bookshelf, run around, knock leaflets off the shelves and pull leaves from the various houseplants. I followed them around cleaning up the devastation in their wake and saying thier names in a whispered firm tone in order to try and gain some control. I did not look like a mum who had it together, and my 2 normally very well behaved children were like uncontrollable Tasmanian devils!
We were finally called down to the doctor’s office, and the doctor was very understanding when Oliver unloaded the toy box in his room, and even when Isla said loudly ‘Mummy why doesn’t the Doctor have any hair’; ‘erm perhaps he chooses not to darling’ was my stumbling reply. The Doctor didn’t even seem to mind that as he was examining Isla, Oliver found the light switch and thought he would turn the exam room into a disco!
We made our way to the pharmacy to collect the prescription. Fortunately the surgery was due to close so there weren’t many people around, but Isla insisted on waiting at the hatch saying ‘Come on lady’ to the pharmacist (she did see the funny side thank goodness) as I continued to run after Oliver keeping him in check.
Prescription in hand I scuttled back to the car to make the homeward decent, and came home feeling more than just a little frazzled. The kids then sat as good as gold and had their tea like perfect angelic children.
A quick trip to the doctor’s? There is definitely no such thing!