Doctor Schmockter

Gotta tell ya, I LOVE being told by the doctor that I need to do this and that and this again.
Yeah, or maybe not.

Had to take Eli to the doctor for his sports physical today. He wants to play football. I on the other hand, would rather he didn't, but ya know. I told him that I would call the Ortho Doc (no response after almost a week--shocker) and if the Doc gave the go-ahead, ok.
So today we went to see a doctor at the clinic for the physical. Well, I think she was ten. Maybe 12. (don't I sound old?) Honestly, Eli was taller than she was. She came in and shook mine and Eli's hands with a three-pumper handshake. Overkill? Perhaps. We filled out the required paperwork with all the questions; surgery? Yes x4. Heart issues? Lung issues? Do you wear a seatbelt in the car and bike helmet when riding? Yes and no--in that order. She proceeded to lecture Eli that he needed to wear his helmet every time he rides his bike and skateboard. Now I have been a proponent of helmets from day one, but I know how to pick my battles, and this is not one of them. I know, I know. Don't lecture me.
We started today with the nurse asking if E has had chicken pox. "Yes, at 9 months." I replied.
"Well, good, that saves you a shot." she informed Eli. Little did she know that if he had not had the chicken pox, he would be immunized for that over my dead rotting corpse. What a stupid thing that is. Don't lecture me.
I was reminded that an immunization for hepatitis is very important when he goes to college and lives in a dorm situation. I kindly told her we would talk about that ol' immunization when we come to that bridge. Hello, he's 12. I was asked twice about various and sundry other vaccines, kindly declined those, and waited for her to finish the exam. She told me that she was going to call the ortho doc, (maybe the letters behind her name will carry more weight than the "mom" title) and said she would hold the sports release card until she heard from them. Eli was bummed that he will not be able to practice with the team until the doc comes through, but I warned him that this would probably happen.
Mr. "I don't give a rat's butt about modesty" didn't even ask me to leave the room when she did the "turn your head and cough" thang. (I informed him about that one before we got to the office, too)
Pretty painless (except for the whopper co-pay) visit, but I'm glad we don't have to that again for a year--or hopefully two.