‘NOT NICE!’

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When you step into a doctor’s sterile, cold and colorless exam room, you just want to turn around, run straight home and climb back into bed. A nice dark bedroom. Away from the needles, invasive x-rays and procedures.

If I, as an adult, become extremely uneasy, freshjust imagine what goes through a kid’s head. Believe you me, when I say that I would take the place of a kid in a heartbeat. They are much too young for this.

My youngest nephew would blurt out ‘not nice’ if something wasn’t going his way. I can relate when it comes to doctors! There isn’t anything nice about being poked and prodded.

My main doctor is a gastroenterologist and liver specialist. During one of our many discussions, he mentioned that he did not get into pediatrics because it was too emotionally taxing. For this sole reason, he only sees adults.

He recommended me for a writing job for the pediatric clinic. I worked with the head pediatric doctor on a special project.

I was in clinic one afternoon and asked if I would like to see an actual ERCP procedure. I got permission from the hospital, procedure doctor and most importantly the parents of a three-year-old boy.

It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever experienced. That poor toddler. It broke my heart and I had to leave before it was over. I couldn’t stomach it. I could see how distressed the parents were. It’s like one of those ASPCA animal rescue commercials: Dogs shivering in the snow. Utter helplessness.

Afterward, the parents were looking quite tired and the toddler was a handful. He was really nasty to everyone, but who could blame him? I didn’t.

Changing Medicine. Changing Kid's Lives

Author: KK

Writer, blogger, photographer and journalist. Educated and well-traveled. Full-time rv'er.

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