X rays, doctors, awkwardness, signs from the universe

[la_belle_laide]

I took Callum for his hip x rays today. First they tried to give me the runaround with the insurance thing, saying that it hadn't cleared with his primary care physician yet. Which is bulldoody, because I talked to this woman named Ellen in the office FOUR TIMES in order to get them to set it up. (Because the doctor there didn't take his insurance, so I needed to get prior approval, blah diggity blah.) She assured me that if there was any problem, she would call me back. When I didn't hear back from her, I called anyway to make sure. The first time she said "Oh, no one told me about this!" Which is crap, because I'd told her. Twice. The last time she said, "Okay, if you don't hear from me, everything is fine. I'll do it today."

Today at the doctor's office they told me, "We don't know anyone named Ellen."





They must have worked it out among themselves, because about fifteen minutes later they called me in.

It was hard, because I had to hold him down for the x ray. Which beats having a stranger do it for sure, but it still sucked because I insisted on having him covered with lead up to his chin, and he hated it, and cried and wiggled the whole time. It was super not fun.

The x rays were inconclusive. From one position they looked perfect, (legs flexed and laterally rotated,) but from another, (legs straightened – though not entirely because I could not get him to hold still!) his right hip looked a little "off" as the doctor said. So we have to go back in 8 months and redo the x rays to see if it was just a today thing, or if the hip really is forming weirdly. If it looks off again, he'll need to go to the hospital for anesthesia and x rays with dye. He said 4 out of 5 things he looks for were perfect, but in that one position, he was side-eyeing it. Callum is definitely hypermobile though. The doctor actually tested my joints too, bent my wrist all the way back and forward, pulled it out, hyperextended my elbows and said basically said CJ could have some of the problems I've had, too. His right hip might also just fix itself within a few months. So I have to call in January to make an appointment for July (WHAT?) And then HOPEFULLY in July, everything will look normal. *fingers super crossed*

So he's not rushing him into a pavlik harness or spica cast. But if the hip still looks weird in July, then it's surgery.

I'm just going to keep taking him to the chiropractor and getting him adjusted until then, and hopefully everything will go the way it's meant to.

On a different subject, Saturday was very weird for me. I went to the store while my Mom was watching Callum. I had a basket full of stuff and was waiting on line. The cashier's light was on, but she wasn't there yet so I figured she'd come back in a second. She comes back, says, "I'm open," and this guy with two or three items jumps in in front of me. So I go to give him The Look.

AND IT'S MY EX BOSS.

He was all "Oh, hi!" like nothing ever happened. OMG how I hate social situations like that. Ugh, so terrible. So we had to have this awkward, stilted conversation.

It was weird; I'd actually had a dream the night before that I had to work there again. That's actually one of my recurring nightmares. Then I thought, well, maybe it's a sign from the universe that I need to let go of the resentment and anger. It's not healthy to hold onto that. Someone wrongs you, okay, it happens. My life turned out the better for it, right? So forgive, and move on.

Then I was like "LOL NOPE. STILL PISSED."

Now I'm thinking, maybe I can stay pissed off from a feminist and social point of view (what he did was so trashy,) but be personally thankful.

Anyway, that was that.

Other news, let's see. Callum started eating small amounts of baby food. He is really into food. I hope he can stay that way, and continue to have a good relationship with food. I hope he'll like to try new things and enjoy mealtimes like I do.

I also seem to be in the middle of some stupid anxiety thing where I think that everyone around me is in mortal peril or is secretly terminally ill. I wish I could quit doing that. Those are intrusive thoughts and they are useless and need to go away.

Oh, and it snowed yesterday. WHAT THE HELL.

I've got most of my Xmas shopping done already. Bring on the dang holidays!

Comments

[spatterdash.livejournal.com]

I have this version of the above post in my head where the "awkward, stilted conversation" is actually just a polite way to say "I punched him in the throat."

What a fucking tumescent crotchwound.

[la-belle-laide.livejournal.com]

You know, I really wanted to. But actually, my first instinct was to ignore him after my initial shock. I pretended to be preoccupied with my groceries but he was like "HI...HI!!"

OMFG GO THE HELL AWAY STOP SAYING WORDS TO ME.

I wish your version was the one that had actually happened (and in that version, I don't even have to go to jail or anything.)

"Tumescent crotchwound" is awesome.

[misstottenham.livejournal.com]

It must be good to say that your life turned out for the better. I guess that means you won, that must feel good too. Whenever you get that nightmare, remind yourself that you are the winner.

[la-belle-laide.livejournal.com]

You are right as usual, Misty. :)