Autism Watch: 2007

Posts Tagged ‘neurologist

On Tuesday, BB had to go back to the neuro to discuss his migraines. It’s a drive to the neuro, about 40 minutes, and includes crossing several bodies of water and even more two-lane highways. It’s not a rough drive, but I do prefer to do it during daylight. By the time we’re there, BB is already impatient, and on the drive home? We’re required to make a pit-stop, either at a store for something cool, not a habit I want to encourage, or at a drive-thru for fries or nuggets. Since we’re very particular about what fast food we’ll allow him to eat, it’s not a slam-dunk, so I have to plan to drive a certain way in order to pass an ‘approved’ drive-thru. Nothing like turning a simple doctor visit into an event!

This visit, I told BB we’d stop by and get nuggets on the way home. He’d had a rough day at school, and I witnessed, when I picked him up, a teacher snapping at him, pretty loudly and over-the-top harshly about dropping a piece of paper on the ground. (Get a grip, woman, and remember, he’s someone else’s child. Discipline your way at home, but at school, there are nicer ways to reprimand.) He railed on and on about it all the way to the doctor, but the minute we got out of the car, his mood changed. Phew. He loves the doctor’s office, and is especially fascinated with the little door from the bathroom into the office. You know, the specimen door. I had to remind him, dude, look, urine tests sit there. Imagine what you’d be touching if you put your hand there or get your face too close to the door. It did not deter him enough, so I was really excited when he ran to the nurse counter to ask for a piece of note paper. Then he grabbed my check-writing pen out of my hand, as I’m paying the $30 co-pay, to write on this note paper. Then he drops it into the comments/suggestions box. Scary?

We get called in right away. He gets weighed, and I learned he’s gained 3 pounds in 3 weeks. Periactin anyone? That’s the nudge I needed to change medications, as it wasn’t doing enough for his headaches anyway. On into the room, where he regales the nurse with lovely stories from tv shows I wasn’t home when he watched (no, nothing that bad) and then tells the nurse “I’m serious, this is a serious story.” Doctor comes in, we do the exam, talk about migraine med changes, and BB starts with another story. And another. Thankfully, the doctor understands and was interested, quite possibly even entertained, but I’d lost all control. Short of taking him out of the office or physically restraining his mouth, he wasn’t stopping. Yep, ADHD and OCD displays their ugly heads quite evidently, and at least it’s in the doctor’s office, right?

The nurse empties the suggestion box. Finds the note. “Dr. XXX is epic!” We had to explain that epic means cool, but they seemed pleased. Phew. I’m really glad, as we have to go back in six weeks if the new medication isn’t working.

Epic. I guess if you have to go to the doctor a lot, it’s good to have an epic one.


No, it wasn’t me saying that.  I’m not a big happy wait-er, but I don’t yell like that. Okay, not usually at least…

I took my son to the neurologist today. We have a good neuro, but sometimes the wait is a bit long. What can a neuro do for a child with autism? Quite a bit actually, and we’re lucky to have one that we like. Anyway, we got there about 20 minutes early so I was glad I’d brought the Gameboy. Unfortunately, all 317 games in the Gameboy case were ‘boring,’ so he found several things in the lobby to keep him busy.

  • Standing at the receptionist’s desk making popping noises with his mouth
  • Staring through the mail slot into the hallway by the doctor’s office
  • Squeezing the fake stomach in the acid reflux medication advertisement model 
  • Playing “no, you can’t get me, Mom!” in the waiting room, while running around chairs in the empty areas
  • Sticking the entire ring pop in his mouth, ring part and all, while making loud licking sounds

When all those activities ran their course, the yelling started. Don’t worry, I did tell him to stop yelling ‘freakin.’ I’m not sure how the other patients felt about his outbursts, he was getting some looks from all those ‘healthy’ people waiting to see the neurologist after us. I then took him to the restroom, we sat back down, and blessedly we were called right in. Phew.

Ds has to get a panel of blood tests — he’s got unexplained leg/foot pain that won’t go away, resulting in quick leg fatigue and fits when we have to walk or stand for any length of time…say, more than 5 minutes. Let’s hope this blood test gets us going in the right direction.

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