Brooklyn is a girl. Brooklyn recently got a bladder infection. We went to the doctor on Friday for the 'official diagnosis'. It was confirmed. This is our story.
On the way to the doctor, Brooklyn asked me if she could tell the doctor what was wrong. I told her yes, and was surprised about her enthuaism about going to the doctor. We get to the office and are called back. The nurse is in the room asking me some information and Brooklyn whispers to me, "mom, can I tell the doctor what's wrong?" I tell her yes, when the doctor comes in, and that this is the nurse and she just gets information. As we are sitting in the office, Brooklyn asked if she could sit on the round stool. I tell her yes. She scoots up to the computer and turns to me and asks..."So, what's wrong with you today?" It never ceases to amaze me the things that she comes up with. I laugh, and quickly grab my phone. She sits there for a bit and when the doctor comes in she quickly moves over to the bench. I tell him what she had just been doing and he laughed, because that is just cute stuff...and she is immediately embarassed and gives her dirty look and hides her face. The real doctor feels bad and gives her his stethascope. She is trying to listen to my heart, and to her heart..to which she responds...I don't hear anything. I guess we need a little more schooling for the actual "Dr." part. The doctor is talking to me about the symptoms and cures and Brooklyn whispers to me..."Mom, I want to tell him what's wrong". I tell the doctor that she wants to tell him what's wrong. He turns to her and gives her his undivided attention. She proudly exclaims...."when I go pee it hurts real bad."
I guess i'd better open a dedicated savings for medical school.
