All in all James's appt. at USA went well. The doctor was very thorough and had lots of questions. He listened to my concerns and responded to each one. And he had great bedside manner with James. You would be surprised how many specialists do not.
Now, the blood draw was a whole nother story...... It really does come in threes. I just hope it doesn't start back at one too soon.
As always, I don't lie to James about medical stuff because he has to be able to trust me. So I told him after the doc left that we had to go to the lab for another blood draw. I reminded him of the draw he had last month and how he freaked out over it and all for naught, because after he said it really didn't hurt. He said "I knows, I knows, mom. We got this." (Sometimes I swear he is channelling Smeagal from Lord of the Rings.) We went over it a few more times on the way to the lab. "Now, you aren't going to freak out about this, right James? After all you aren't a little kid anymore. You're almost a man." Each time he would say "We got this, Mom. Wheelie, we can do it." So we go sign in at the lab and about ten minutes go by before they call us up to the window. I give the Phlebotomist behind the counter James's military ID and she promptly engaged James about what a big deal it was that he had his own military ID. He blushed a little and said "yeah". I told her that when he first got his ID he said it was his drivers license and he planned to drive home. We both had a little chuckle about it to which James replied "Mom! Stop it". And he slapped my hand. Weeellllll...... Phlebotomist lady did not take that well and immediately said "James! You better be good to your Mama, or I'll come out there"! Ha! Hahahahahahahaha! James gave her his 'yeah right' look and said (hold onto your seats) "Yeah, right". Oh, I already decided that I really, really likes this lady, but she slapped her hands down on the counter and said "Oh no you didn't! You think I won't come out there. Well! You just wait right there". She proceeded to hop up out of her chair, sending it spinning off into the wall, and marched herself right on out to the waiting room where smarty pants James had already spilt for Vegas! There were at least ten other people in the waiting room but that did not stop James and the Phlebotomist from having a rousing games of 'You can't catch me' around the chairs and tables. So.... Being the Mom and the one who had to pretend to be responsible, I snagged James by the collar as he darted by and put an end to the game. The Chaser led me and the chasee back to the lab and I put the chasee into the blood draw chair. At this point he was still cooperating with the whole 'We got this attitude'. That lasted through the alcohol swabbing, the tourniquet tying, and to the point where Phlebotomist lady produced her Butterfly needle. Then the real fun began. After I got James in the WWE Sleeper hold, I 'Mom whispered' in his ear, "If you hold still, it won't hurt and you get a milkshake on the way home. If you move, it WILL hurt and I'll drink your milkshake in the car". I have no doubt it was the threat of my confiscation of his beloved milkshake that made him suddenly freeze. Needless to say, when it was all said and done, he said "Told you we had this, it didn't even hurt".