Playing Footsie – With The Podiatrist
So we have the kids, now what do we do with them? Try to keep them healthy! Uh oh. You know what that means – doctor appointments.
Pediatric Care. There’s nothing like waiting for hours in the pediatrician’s office. “Sick” waiting room or “well” waiting room? Routine check ups proceed to the “well” room. Experiencing a medical malfunction? Then it’s off to the “sick” room with you. Lets be honest parents. If your child has an earache, you don’t want to sit next to the kid with the hacking cough, and slimy nose in the “sick” waiting room.
Emergency Room. No one wants to go to the emergency room, but if you have kids – especially more than one – you might as well inquire about their frequent flier program. Bounce houses, trampolines, swing sets, scooters, bicycles, sidewalks, tables, chairs, food, water, and doctor’s offices can be potential health hazards. But don’t worry. It’s all part of growing up.
Specialists. That nagging pain that won’t go away, the mysterious fever, the puzzling lab result, and any number of other concerns may land you the coveted specialist referral. If you thought all the fun was over at the pediatrician’s office and the emergency room, don’t fear. There’s a whole new world waiting for you at the specialist.
A couple of years ago, I ended up taking my kids to the podiatrist (foot specialist). Don’t ask, just go along with the story. Orthotics were prescribed. Orthotics are specially crafted prescription shoe inserts that train the child’s growing feet towards proper development thus prevnting many potential problems in the future. (Yes, it’s a mouthful, but we have to justify the cost somehow.)
Because children are growing, it is recommended that they visit the podiatrist once a month to ensure that their orthotics continue to fit well and provide the desired result…. You know where this is going, don’t you? After a few months of uneventful visits and mounting insurance co-pays, I became a little complacent. Let’s just say, we missed a few visits. I know – bad Mommy, bad Mommy!
There I sat in the podiatrist’s waiting room, dreading the reprimand I would soon receive. We entered exam room one. The podiatrist inspects feet, shoes, and orthotics then says, “Everything looks good… The orthotics still fit. Let’s see, when was your last visit?… (after consulting the chart) Exactly one month ago. Very good. We’ll see you next time.”
I kid you not. I did not plan this. When I looked at the chart I realized that our last visit was exactly one year and one month prior. He just didn’t notice the one year part. Oopsie.