While waiting for him to come in she was singing and talking non-stop. Like usual. One of her comments that she repeated over and over was, "I love Dr. Madsen. He's so nice." I said to myself, we'll see how long that lasts.
When the Dr came in he poked and prodded the sore cheek, which Emma didn't even flinch at. (Of course, I take her to the doctor and she tries to make a liar out of me) Then he "hmm"ed and stepped out of the room for a few seconds, and brought back with him a tape measurer (is that even a word) and a terrible smell. I guess you have to let it rip whenever the opportunity presents itself. But then I have to wonder if he really had to leave the room to grab the tape or if he just had to provide himself that opportunity. Guess I'll never know.
Anyway, back to the story. He measured the lump in her cheek and reported that it was 4 1/2 inches by 3 1/2 inches. And was far to large considering how long ago she had injured herself. He suspected an abysses and so we were sent to the hospital to have blood work done.
This was Emma before we went back for the stick.
This was her after.
On the way home she said over and over, "I don't love Dr. Madsen."
We filled her script for antibiotics and headed home to start her treatment. Trying to get her to drink that stuff was like trying pull a nail out of a moving tire. But on the bright side, her lump has drastically shrunk in size. After 4 days of torture twice daily we got a phone call from Dr. Madsen.
D.M.- Well, good news, there's no sign of infection.
Me- What?! Then why is her lump shrinking?
DM- I'm not sure? That's interesting. Have you been putting the hot compresses on regularly like we talked about?
Me- Yes, pretty regularly (Yeah we did it once, the first day)
DM- Well that's probably what's doing the trick. Keep that up for a few days and she'll be ok. The lump will probably stay hard like that for 12 to 18 months and then start to soften up. But she will have the dimple indefinitely. I can refer you to a plastic surgeon if you'd like.
A plastic surgeon?! For a dimple, I told him no and that it would give her character. And asked about the antibiotic. He then told me to just have her stop using it.
GRRRRR! I just spent nearly $75 on meds and co-pays to have him tell me to JUST STOP. Not to mention the abuse I've administered along with the medicine. Not really but I though about it. And then to find out it wasn't even needed!!!! I have found myself echoing Emma, "I don't love Dr. Madsen."
