No Nonsense, Please
This is Riley’s and Adam’s last week of track out, so it seems to be our week to finish up on some odds and ends and check off the to do list. Today we went to get flu shots. When I told Zoe we were going she said, “BUT girls don’t get shots.” I guess she figured since Adam is the one who always gets the needle at our house shots must just be a boy thing.
When we got to the clinic, there was this kid who was screaming at the top of his lungs even in the waiting room. The girls were watching him closely, and I could tell the apprehension was building (“Why’s he fussing, Momma?”). Adam didn’t seem to care. He was probably thinking, “What’d they tell you not to do?”:) When we got into the shot room, the very friendly nurse we had tried to distract Riley from the screaming boy by giving her a band-aid to apply to my arm after my shot. This pleased Riley but didn’t distract her one bit from the boy, who was now being held down (while kicking) by his mom and the nurse. Zoe was brave (despite absorbing the other kid’s behavior) but cried after her shot, and Adam just hopped in the chair, got his, and then went back to reading his Bible in the waiting chairs. I’ll never stop being thankful that he is so laid back about all the body-pricking he goes through each day.
Riley was afraid the minute she saw the needle, but the shot was over before she could react very much. The nurse tried to mend fences with her immediately. “Now, did that hurt?”
Riley replied bluntly, “Yes.”
“Now, you’ve scraped your knee before, haven’t you?”
Riley looked up from where she’d been peering at the bead of blood on her arm and studied the nurse carefully for a few seconds.
“You need to give me my band-aid.”
I just love that about autistic children. If you’re wasting time with small talk, they’ll always let you know.:)
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