This morning the kid had her semi-annual eye appointment. She has a bit of an eye turn. She had surgery five years ago to correct it but it has uncorrected itself a bit since. So, every six months we meet with the doctor and he asks her if she wants the surgery. It is essentially a cosmetic surgery. Once again she has decided againest it. We're fine with that.
We piggybacked our eye appointment with a Crohn's disease study that the kid is participating in. They're looking at genetic markers, etc in the family members of those with Crohn's. I'm pumped about the study. The kid, not so much. You see, she had to have a blood sample taken.
It did not go well.
Apparently we have a fainter. We didn't get to leave the hospital for over an hour and a half after the sample was taken because she complained so much about not feeling well - dizzy, headache, the list of complaints was a mile long! She was also very pale and the technician confirmed that this was a valid situation.
You see, I am mean, evil and unsympathetic. It's not that I am heartless. Just I had so many procedures at her age and I didn't pull half the drama. Let's face it - blood work isn't particularily invasive. It certainly isn't the same as a barium swallow or barium enema. Don't worry I comforted her, didn't make her go to school in the afternoon (although that was only because the technician and doctor told me to keep her home) and still let her have McDonalds for lunch (the promised treat if she was good during the procedure). But, oy! The dramatics!
What is she going to be like when she is 16?