I haven't kept up on my kids well child visits, or their immunizations.
I know. Shame on me.
But it's hard when we've lived all over- who wants to continue to transfer records over and over?
Well, the time of reckoning has come. Jamison had to get caught up before school starts. So on we headed over.
It took 3 people to restrain the poor boy while he had his shots. I feel bad, man.
Two shots in each leg. Total utter chaos. I think he felt lied to since I didn't say a word about it until they came in with the actual needles.
My guilt levels are just rising, man.
We also made a very important discovery while there. The classic eye exam. From 15 feet Jamison couldn't read the 3rd line on the letter chart. Holy crap. The nurse assumed he just couldn't read his letters and switched him to shapes.
By the 3rd line, we knew there was a problem when she said "do you see anything on this line?"
and he said "a dot."
Yeah. Problems. Good thing Uncle Gary is a doctor of the eye. Doctor Tremayne.
Doesn't it roll off the tongue?
"Doctah Tremayne". Ah yeah. Hee hee.
So we made a visit. I reassured him he'd probably only have to wear his glasses if he can't see the chalkboard. I'm full of lies. Lies! He needs to wear them all the time. It's that bad. Here they are.
He wanted a picture of his glasses case.
And his glasses inside.
I can oblige that.
When he tried on different frames, he kept asking "who do I look like?" I finally got smart. I started saying "You remind me of Lucas!"
And voila. No more upset little guy.
All he needed was a reminder that he's got a friend who wears glasses and looks great.