Lego Man's Belly Bugs

Well, yesterday was the day Lego Man had his Endoscopy done. That is where they stick a fuckin huge tube and shove it down your throat, take pictures and then do a biopsy. And you can't eat anything after midnight the night before. Try telling that to a 11 year old kid when the procedure isn't done until 1100. I took him in and his was very anxious (for those of you who don't know, my son is bi-polar and is being tested for Aspergers). They take him and I back to the room. We brought his CD walkman for him to listen to while they do the procedure. We thought it would be good to have something to half way try and keep his mind occupied. They start putting all those wonderful little gadgets all over him and then tell him it's time to start the IV. He was listening to his CDs and once the nurse (#1) put the IV in his arm, the silent tears started to fall from his eyes (my son doesn't cry true tears unless he is truly hurt). Nurse #1 apparently didn't hit the spot just right. I sat next to him and consoled him and wiped the tears away. I could see him getting more scared. The doc came in and talked to us a few minutes. He could see Lego Man getting anxious and asked the nurse to give him the meds to start to relax him (thank god). A few minutes later nurse #2 sprayed this horrible shit down his throat to numb it up. I was sitting on a chair away from the bed. Doc then decides it time to get the show on the road. They pull out this huge fucking tube and start to shove it down his throat. There were three nurses trying to hold him down. I started to get up so I can rub his feet and let him know I was there. They told me to sit. They didn't want to see me faint. Bullshit, I have seen worse and can handle it (inside I am fucking screaming to leave him alone). Five minutes go by and they still can't get the tube down right, the whole time my son is crying. Nurse #1 is consoling my son and telling him it was ok (I will give her a brownie point here). Doc says we need to give him some more meds to calm him down (now I am thinking why the hell didn't you do that a few minutes ago). The tried to put the medicine in the IV and that's when they noticed it was coming out and blood was going all over everywhere. At this point, I didn't give a fuck and stood up and held on to my sons legs and just comforted him with my voice and touch. It took them a few more minutes to calm him down as much as they could and continue on mission. I was going back and forth between watching my son and the video screen. The doc showed me a few things in his tummy. It seems he does have H. Pylori. He also noticed something on his Esophagus. They took a biopsy of both. Procedure complete. They pulled the tube out. During the whole procedure Lego Man was crying. I immediately went right up to his head and kissed him and told him how much I loved him. I was rubbing his head and he finally fell asleep, after everything was completely over. We should have the results of the biopsy sometime next week, but we started the Antibotics regiment (it's a pretty intense combination for the next 15 days) tonight to kill the H. Pylori. While Lego Man was in recovery and getting ready to go home, he looked at me and said "I hate that fucking doctor and nurse." Well, I didn't say to much other than, the doctor is just trying to make him all better. I brought him home and he has been very clingy. I will quote my son "I hate that fucking doctor and nurse" not for trying to help him get better, but for the agony they caused a little boy who wasn't supposed to remember anything with this due to the meds he was given. Well folks, he remembers the whole fucking thing! dyzgoneby