Kimmie has a love/hate relationship with her doctors and nurses. She loves them, but she hates to go visit them. Just the thought of going to the doctor or dentist can start her sobbing. Years later she can still tell us the day of the week, the month, and which body part was hurt. For instance, the last time she had blood drawn from her arm was about 4 years ago, in August. She still talks about it and tells us that it was in August. But she always hugs the doctors and nurses, often while sobbing.
There is only one doctor that she likes to go to. That's the spine doctor. She knows he doesn't poke at her. They weigh her, take an xray of her back, the doctor comes in, looks at the xray and then we talk. No hands on with Kimmie except for the hugging part. It's the only office where, when they call her name, she leaps up and runs to them with her arms outstretched for a hug.
The poor pediatrician, whose been with her her whole life, brings on one of the biggest responses from Kimmie. She sobs at the thought of going there. Too many memories of shots and finger pricks for blood tests.
The dentist ranks right up there with the pediatrician. Too much poking and proding.
The doctors are pretty good at keeping their professional manner, but the nurses often melt over Kimmie and her sobbing. She can be quite pitiful.
--Mom
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