All is well That Ends Well. Especially When It Doesn’t End in a Curving Spine

So, The Teenager’s appointment with the doctor went well today. We were scheduled to see our regular pediatrician but, the clinic happened to be hosting a visiting pediatrician who specializes in teenagers, specifically teenage girls so; we saw her instead and, although it might make Hugh just a tad bit jealous to hear it-I think I may be in love.

The woman was phenomenal, not only did she completely allay our fear of scoliosis (the hump is muscular, The Teenager needs to exercise her non-dominant side more and, you know, it wouldn’t kill her to stand up straight) but, she also addressed issues that most doctors don’t, issues like drug and alcohol use, self esteem, peer pressure and sex.

The Teenager responded really well to her and, when the doctor used the phrase “No glove, no love” and The Teenager failed to burst into flame; I knew I we had a winner. Too bad she is only on loan from another practice, otherwise; I would totally break up with our regular guy and run off with her.

Anyhoodle, the child needed only one booster shot, is right on track for height and weight development and now realizes that an adult-other than her mother-uses rhyming syntax when discussing safe sex practices.

And, you know, no spinal curvature.

All in all, it was a very good day.