I've read "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" many times to my children. I've tried to get them to relate to its important message. And yet...
My son has a low tolerance for pain. I've tried to get him to understand that if he yells "Ow!!" about every little poke or pinch it will be hard for me to tell if something serious happens. Yesterday he woke up moaning and complaining about knee pain. Since he hadn't landed hard on it lately, I figured he was overreacting to a leg cramp. Bad Mommy. Bad.
After a day of moaning and waking up today unable to put any weight on it, my dear sweet husband took him to the doctor. They left at 10:30AM and didn't return until 2:00PM. After spending the day in the pediatrician's office and then driving over to the orthopedist, the verdict is that it MIGHT be Lyme disease. I guess considering the amount of time we spend at nature preserves I should be thankful it took this long for someone in the family to end up with that diagnosis. Almost every family we know has had at least one case of Lyme. We also had a lot more tick incidents this year. Nasty little bloodsuckers.
On the plus side, if it is Lyme, it's still at a fully treatable stage. We'll find out tomorrow. In the meantime, daddy is going to fill a prescription for crutches, because the orthopedist wants Chase to keep weight off the knee. Chase is looking forward to having crutches. I'm debating the wisdom of handing two big sticks to my 11 year old son. I imagine they will quickly become quarterstaffs or laser cannons, which will make Sierra want a set of her own.
Update: As predicted, the crutch is being used as a laser cannon. And why don't these things have cupholders? Guess how a boy holds a cup when he's wielding two crutches. Maybe I shouldn't say. This is comic strip material.
The doctor called and there was no infection in the knee fluid. Thank you God. An infection would have meant hospital time on an IV. This has increased the likelihood that it is indeed Lyme disease, so now we start the meds.