Readers who do not have medically complex children might be horrified at this post. Those with children who are medically complex, I hope you see the humor!

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The other day I took Bridget to a doctor we have not seen in quite some time. It took us almost a year to get the appointment with him, on the urging of two of Bridget’s other specialists.

The doctor enters the room and asks “why are you here?”

Me: Drs. X & Y wanted Bridget seen due to low bone density, low VIT-D levels and delayed puberty.

Dr: She has a lot of doctors.

Me: I know

Dr: I don’t really think she needs anymore. Couldn’t they have handled this amongst themselves?

Me: Ummm…they sent her to you

Dr: Does she drink milk?

Me: No

Bridget: I drink strawberry daiquiris

Me: Water, she drinks WATER

Dr: Have her take Citrical-Petites 2x a day and you don’t need to come back.

Me: (feeling like I’ve become a hypochondriac by proxy) sure. So we don’t have to come back to see you?

Dr: No, but she should have bone scans yearly. The other doctors should be able to do that.

Leaves the room before I could reply: You think? Does this doctor not realize that parents like me would LOVE and I mean all caps LOVE IT if our child’s 10+ doctors would just get on a conference call and discuss the whole child instead of us having to navigate the healthcare system without an interpreter and hope we are relaying why we are in this exam room?

Sigh.

As we leave Bridget says, all done doctors. Let’s go 99, I need a daiquiri

And I need a glass of wine, kid!