The boy's surgery went well. Other than the cast he has to wear for the next three weeks, everything is slowly returning to normal. He went to school today and didn't even bother to take his pain medications. He says he's in no pain at all. What a waste of perfectly good prescription strength pain relievers! Is it wrong of me to covet my sons pain pills?
In all honesty, I think this whole thing was harder on me than it was on him. I've always been lucky in that my kids are really healthy. This is only the second time in his ten years of life that the boy has had to take prescription medicine---so a lot of this is all new to me. I now have immense respect for the parents (or anyone for that matter) that have to deal with ongoing health conditions and/or serious illness. It's not just the constant worry about your kids-although that's the huge part-but it's all the little irritants and indignities that you have to deal with just to make things better. The mountains of paperwork that after a while seem confusing or redundant; the incredibly long waits in uncomfortable chairs (part of the reason I'm coveting my son's pain pills); the weird questions (Does your son have a will? Um, no and frankly I don't really want to think about him needing one.) And personally, I always get the impression that the doctors think I'm asking dumb questions. I just want to scream, I know you deal with this every day, but I don't! After a while, it really all just starts to wear you out. I'm more tired now than I have been in years.
For what it's worth, most everyone we dealt with was super kind and nice, especially the nurses. I think nurses know that sometimes doctors can be jerks so they try their best to be as nice as possible to make up for it if the doctor slips into asshole territory. Just a theory.
We have some more doctors appointments later in the week, so things aren't totally back to normal yet, but we're getting there. I'm still trying not to think about the cost of all of this. Who knows, maybe the world will end before I start getting bills? Or maybe I'll just get lucky and finally slip into that deep, restful coma I've been wishing for.