A trip to the Doctor

This morning after dropping the kids at school. Lucas and I headed off to the Doctor because I needed a new prescription for my asthma medication.

So we sat waiting for almost 2 hours in a waiting room full of sick people for a 2 minute conversation and a piece of paper.

Honestly – I find this ridiculous that we have to waste all this time for something so simple. Meanwhile , the people that actually were sick had to wait even longer. Doesn’t make sense.

Anyway – whingefest over!

While we waited, I entertained myself by people watching (as you do) and it was really the only thing I could do since the most recent magazine available had  Heath Ledger on the cover with the words : “Tragedy takes Heath too soon” so it was a little out of date!

I sat there looking around at the crowd that was also waiting and tried really hard not to notice the gorgeous 2 yr old girl chatting in full sentences with her mother – or the 3 yr old boy “actually” playing with his little sister.

The there was a young boy who I assume was about 8 or 9 who was obviously too unwell for school, sitting next to his father and carried on a conversation with him whilst eye contacting and body and facial reading AND reacting appropriately with his Dad the entire time.

It was also hard to not see the other people waiting in the surgery oohing and aahing over the cute little girl’s antics, laughing as the siblings playfully teased each other and the disapproving looks I was getting as my little Lucas sat there transfixed by his Nintendo not aware of anything else that was in the room.

I’m sure that people wondered why a mother would allow such anti-social behaviour from an almost 4 yr old.

And a couple of times I asked Lucas to sit properly  - “no ‘W’ sitting” I gently told him, and I got strange and questioning glances.

And Lucas would stop playing every few minutes to stroke the ribbon on his “puppy” that is now a tattered knot and then go straight back to the game.

But the entire time I was determined.

I was determined to let my little boy just ‘be’.

I was determined to appear unfazed by other people’s stares.

And I was also determined that I wasn’t going to offer any “explanations” as to why he was so noticeably different to the other children waiting with their parents.

Because frankly. It was no-one else’s business! I just stared back until people became uncomfortable and looked away.

Besides, who of them would truly understand that the Nintendo was what made it possible for us to even sit for 2 long boring hours anyway!

I’m proud of my little Lucas. He did really well today!

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