I took Middle Son to the doctor this afternoon. He's going to an Easter Seals weekend respite camp in a couple of weeks, and I needed to have a doctor fill out the medical form. The examination wasn't too bad. We didn't get a blood pressure, but we didn't try too hard.
He needed a tetanus booster. That was hard. The doctor went out, and came back with four nurses to help. I managed to get Middle to lie down on the exam table. But he rolled away from us, and with the struggle we couldn't get a clear line-up for the needle. Then he got up. We almost got him pinned up against the door. Then we all took a break. He sat down in a chair up against the wall. I sat down on top of him and pinned him into the chair. Then I got him in a headlock. Two people held his arm, and the third nurse was able to give him the injection.
After that was all done, I asked for a prescription for Valium for the next time I cut his hair. Last time, Middle, my helper, and I all had bruises and there was a hole in the wall by the time we were done.
When I asked the neurologist for that a couple of months ago, he refused. The pediatrician gave me the prescription.