Cole Reynolds does not like doctor's offices. He makes no bones about it. He does not cave to societal pressures of decorum either. He shouts loudly. If you come at him with anything other than a stethoscope or a temporal artery thermometer, he will protest loudly. I think the biggest issue is that he doesn't know what you are going to do to him so he just yells and wiggles just in case. For example, cleaning your back with rubbing alcohol is not inherently awful. Being written on with marker isn't either. However, do it behind his back where he can't see you and you've left his imagination to run wild with the possibilities. Reinforce this scariness with 6 sets of 8 pricks and you will convert an already opinionated young fellow in to a devout hater of all things related to a doctor's office. Since a picture says a thousand words, here is the proof of what my little angel had to endure this morning.
Allergy testing is no bueno. Allergy testing for the second time in a couple months is very no bueno. Poor little guy was a trooper in the end though. I'm proud of his great attitude despite his battery of medical procedures in recent months.
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