July 10, 2008

I Hate the Doctor

I'm never going to the doctor again, my 12 month appointment was awful. It started off like any normal appointment with measurements and listening to my heart. The doctor came in and said the nurse must have measured my head wrong because it's too small. She remeasures and gets the same number (maybe someday she'll make a note in my record...I have a small head lady, jeez!). I got to crawl around on the crinkle paper and that was fun.

Then the horror started. Two mean ladies came into the room and held me down and poked me with really sharp objects. I cried and cried but they just kept doing it. I was so scared that I couldn't catch my breath and my head kept twitching back and forth. Daddy said I had a panic attack. I don't know what it was, but it sure was scary. I finally calmed down after lots of loves from mommy and daddy.

I've almost forgotten about it now and I feel fine, but I don't think I'll be returning to the doctor anytime soon. Here's my measurements on the growth charts:



I dropped percentiles in weight again, but the doctor wasn't worried about it. She said I look perfectly healthy and I'm probably just finding my genetic groove.

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