Nurses and Needles are the Devil

Read all the way to the bottom for a cute little story.

When I was in high school I learned that I didn't want to be a doctor and I, most definitely, did not want to work with kids in a hospital.  Why?  Because of the torture they put children through to "test" them.  I stand by that decision.

My son just needed and IV because he became severely dehydrated over a bout of Rotavirus.  Yes...I know, fluids, BRAT diet (this only works when a kid can keep it down-BTW), and the whole spiel...blah. blah. blah.  I have done this before.  Regardless, he lost a LOT of fluids and couldn't keep things down.  To the doc I go for some meds for nausea and off to the hospital shortly after.

I do not like subjecting kids to needles or nurses.  I have always hated this and I stand by that today.  I don't care how nice you are to my kid.  If you hurt my kid--I DON'T LIKE YOU!  That being said, without the IV my baby could be worse off. He is better now, deathly afraid of nurses and needles alike.

Here he is being a kid and hiking the bed up as high as it would go!  I let him because they put him through hell and they are billing me for the use anyway. I figure I will let him have something fun to remember.

Here is the cute story I promised: 
When the nurse asked Beef Jerky which hand he ate with he said, "Um..It's just that..when I eat regular food with a fork I eat with this hand (raised right hand)...but, when I eat ribs, I eat with both like this (simulate rib eating)."  Anyone who knows my little Beef Jerky knows he is the ULTIMATE meat eater. Told you it was cute.