March 01, 2008

Confirmation on the Chosen Profession

My oldest boy has been having some stomach trouble. I decided it was finally time to take him to see the pediatrician.

He does not emote, my oldest boy. Whereas Bones is the Drama King, Ringo is the Anti-Drama King. The Ying and the Yang, there is balance in this house. Mr. T, appropriately… falls in the middle.

So where as Bones is high strung energy all the time, and Mr. T is probably one of the most intense 11 year olds I’ve ever met, Ringo is melllllow. Or at least he appears to be so. I don’t think he’s as mellow as he wants all to think… I think he bottles it all up inside, but on the outside? He is Mr. Cool, Mr. ‘Does not Emote’, Mr. ‘Easy Peasy’.

As we were at Dr. B’s at one point Dr. B shook his head and said, ‘Well… you certainly don’t APPEAR to be stressed… at all.’ Ringo laughed, I laughed and then I added, “Don’t let him fool you.”

He’s the only kid in my family who bites his nails. He may think he’s super cool kid ‘nothing phases him’ to the outside world, but I’m his Mom and I know for a fact the kid is internalizing.

He’s the Great Internalizer. But overall… he’s not so stressed. He is actually pretty mellow.

And so the family was a dinner and my husband asked me how it went and the following conversation ensued to the best of my recollection. (My husband knows a lot about pharmaceuticals.)

Me: It went well. Dr. B wants him to take a Xanax every day.

Husband: *Blink and pause* A Xanax?

Me, eating and not looking up: Yup.

Husband: Xanax. Every day?

Me: mmm hmmm. Twice a day.

Husband, looking stunned and speaking a bit more clearly: TWICE? He wants him to take one TWICE a day?

The entire time Ringo is shlumped in the corner of the booth (we were out for dinner), eating and saying nothing, looking the epitome of mellow and non-interest, which is a complete lie as I know him. He takes it allllll in.

Me, looking up: Wait.

Husband: What.

Me: Mmmm. Zantac. He wants him to take Zantac twice a day. It’s for his stomach.

Husband: Oh thank God. I couldn’t figure out why he was putting him on anti-anxiety meds. I know he internalizes, but I could not figure out what in the world was going on that he’d give him XANAX.

Me: Hunh. Yeah, he’s not outwardly anxious… for sure. It’s Zantac. They sound the same…

Husband: This is blog fodder:

Me: Most definitely.

Good grief. Thank God it wasn’t me who chose to go into medicine or to become a Pharmacist. I’d have killed thousands of people by now… or all the people with stomach problems would be oh so verrrrrry… melllllow.

Posted by Boudicca at March 1, 2008 09:29 PM | TrackBack

You really had me going there for a moment! Xanax! LOL!

Posted by: pam at March 2, 2008 08:28 AM

somehow I think you would be doing the right thing...people who are mellow generally don't have many stomach problems..

Posted by: GUYK at March 2, 2008 12:33 PM


Posted by: wRitErsbLock at March 2, 2008 06:33 PM