Not a good sign

This morning I took John Henry to see our pediatrician.  We didn't have an appointment but our pediatrician's office has walk in hours starting at 8:15 Monday through Friday mornings.  As we walked up to the front desk the receptionist said to John Henry,"  Hi cutie, we haven't seen you in three weeks.  You must have been doing better." 

I feel like that comment almost sums up our lives (at least since January).  Since January, John Henry has been to the doctor on average once every week.  And only one of those visits was a planned well check.  I kid you not.  John Henry has not been without some type of ear infection or cold since Christmas.  We don't even bother to put away the Advil, Tylenol, or Benadryl anymore.  We have at least 10 CVS liquid medicine dispensers in our kitchen drawer, and those are only the ones that haven't been thrown away. 

When I say that the receptionist's comment almost sums up our lives, it's because the three weeks we didn't see that doctor, we had two other doctor's appointments with the ENT or saw the weekend doctor in Kennesaw.  So for the time that she thought John Henry was better, he wasn't and we saw three other doctors.

While I know we should be grateful that we have access to doctors and medicine, we are tired of it.  John Henry now throws up every time we visit the doctor.  It's not because he has a stomach bug, it's because he gets so anxious and then freaks out while he is being examined that he literally throws up on Jay or I during the examination.  It's so sad.  We just have to remind ourselves that we'd rather be regulars at the pediatrician's office then at Children's Hospital.  We know it could be worse.  We would just like it to be better.