“It’s JUST a finger prick… a quick finger prick…” This is such a small sentence with a big fat JUST. Just, just, just… what a difference just makes. Yes, one finger prick in 1-year is not much, in that case, it probably is JUST a finger prick… but for a little boy that has his blood drawn for calcium checks, feet checked, casts made for new orthotics, eyes checked – “Watch for the ducky!”, dentists appointments, endocrinology, not even starting with his therapies, regular doctor checkups – or simply getting sick? Yep, JUST another of the how many white coat fears he already endures. So if I can prevent one – because he JUST had it done, of course I am going to make a big deal out of JUST another one!
So I did… Ahhh – How strange it is when people think of me as I walk away knowing full-well that some people think of me as “bitch, too sensitive or just plain old picky” – - that’s right, go ahead and think all of those things, that is just fine with me. Because at the end of the day, I don’t go in those offices to make friends… God blessed me with a huge abundance of those fine individuals. It’s those people I typically text or call after JUST another encounter like this one.
And if you are one of my wonderful friends or family members reading this – thank you for all the support you give to us. Whether it’s just a ear to listen or a moment of your time when driving through Downer, to say Hello… we cherish you deeply! God bless.