Waiting

We went to the hospital this morning to have chest xrays taken.

The Boy thought it was very cool to see his insides. Again he was very brave, but there was a look of slight panic/nervousness on his face when I couldn't stand next to him during the actual taking of the xrays.

His spine is nice and straight which would only be of interest to me, a sufferer of scoliosis.

Try as I might, I couldn't really distinguish his exact lungs to see if they were cloudy or clear, but the general area looked the same as the rest of the picture - except for the bones, of course.

Darn my google medical degree.

The radiologist will read the xray in the next two to three business days and our doctor will call to give us the diagnosis.

On the way home The Boy said, "Mom, I thought you said I had to take medicine when I had the xrays done."

"I did say that, honey. Our doctor will call the store next week and we'll go get the medicine. You'll have to take it for a long time. You will be almost six years old by the time you finish."

"Six years old? Whoa, that's a long time!"

Yes it is, sweetie.