Now that Little Dude is finished with his treatment, our visits to the hospital are only once a month, instead of twice a week. So, that’s good and makes our life a lot less hectic.
Or so I thought.
Now, we are playing “catch-up” with all the other health-related maintenance that we put off for the past year. Little Dude has an upcoming dentist appointment and he recently saw both his regular pediatrician and the eye doctor. Instead of being able to cross things off his medical to-do list however, we seem to be adding to it.
At the eye doctor, we discovered he needed a stronger prescription.
New glasses – done.
But then Little Dude decided he also wanted to learn how to wear contact lenses. We went back for a contact lens fitting and training and at that appointment, the doctor noticed he had some residue built up on his eyelashes. She prescribed a twice daily eye wash with baby shampoo and an antibiotic ointment at night for the next month.
And remember when I wrote about how long it took Little Dude to learn to take his Bactrim pill?
With contact lenses, we’re pretty much at Bactrim-learning levels. We budget about 30-minutes of lens putting-in time each morning. So much for ever getting to the gym ever again.
If it was just all this eye stuff, we’d be fine. But Little Dude also had to see a dermatologist recently because he developed a wart on his thumb right as his treatment was ending, which can happen to kids who have compromised immune systems. The wart has to be treated because it’s essentially a virus that can turn into an infection, given the fact that his immune system is still not back to normal. The dermatologist then prescribed this whole involved treatment regimen to get rid of the damn wart, which consists of a twice-a-day ointment, a band-aid, and then switching over to duct tape to suffocate the thing. Good times.
He STILL has to take that giant Bactrim pill three days a week for the next six months. If he hadn’t finally mastered swallowing that sucker in a matter of seconds, we’d never be able to leave the house with all these other medical follow-ups. I kind of feel like I need a flow-chart to remember which issue we are treating, how and when. But, I seem to have the most responsible ten-year-old boy, who tells me when it’s time to take his pill, clean his eyes, or treat his wart.
Next week, we are going to the dentist. If he prescribes any kind of additional dental care, I’ll tell him to just explain it directly to Little Dude. My brain can only handle so much information.