My day started at 5 a.m. with my lovey old dog who woke me up before the alarm did, to inform me had to go out. After rubbing the sleep from my eyes and making the coffee, I was looking out the kitchen window thinking to myself what a beautiful, peaceful morning it was. Then I looked towards the calender on our wall and there it was plain as day, on today's date it read Appointment! O.M.G.! I knew my son had a Dr. appointment, but I didn't know what time. I frenetically look in my ipod calender and I see that the appointment time reads 7am. I knew right then my beautiful, peaceful morning just gone to hell in a hand basket. I couldn't call the Dr.'s office because they did not turn the phones on until 8:30am. Which meant that their office did not open until 8am. So, Like the good mother I am, I wake my son up and tell him the good news. Well, let me say I am one lucky mother to have a son who is so kind about a little mishap like that one. To smooth things over I bribe him with breakfast before we went to the Dr. office. We arrive to the Dr.'s office at 8am. Embarrassed that I don't know what time the appointment was I was graciously informed it is at 9:45am. Well, the good news is that we did not miss the appointment, and we were not late. (lol) The bad news was the Dr. was not due to the office until 9am. So we went home and waited for the appropriate appointment time. I then had to call the office I work at and inform them that I was going to be late for work. It's a good think I have a great office to work at.
The Dr. appointment for my son was with his pulmonologist. My son suffers with asthma. The appointment was just his 6 months check up. I thought that this simple check up was going to be a good visit. We learned today that even though he is not symptomatic, his asthma is not good. My son's asthma is in a moderate to sever range. According to the tests he had today, his he has lost 1/3 of what his lung capacity was six months ago. I was shocked to say the least. My son has no symptoms of active asthma that I could see. This young man plays baseball, hockey and never complains that he is having a hard time breathing. The Dr. explained that It is the non symptomatic patients that are the scariest. That is because one minute you are feeling fine and then you can have an attack the next minute.
I am so happy we went to the Dr. appointment. We have changed his medicine and I hope he will have better results in 6 months.
So to sum up, my beautiful, peaceful morning turned out a little hectic but very educational to say the least.
In other words, I am very grateful that things turned out as well as they did.
Thank you God for that.
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