When life throws you lemons, you're supposed to make lemonade.
I ran out of sugar. Sorry, folks.
Today, we had an appointment with Kai's foot doctor, Dr. Gordon. He's a great guy, very interested in getting to know his patients and their families in order to form a better treatment plan. Kai's afraid of him, though-he still remembers the year in casts, and being in the office every other week to have his casts removed (provided his dad didn't let him put a hole through them or play in puddles while wearing them, which necessitated trips to the ER to have them taken off before he got an infection), and the big saw that scared him no matter how they tried to make it fun for him.
Kai's been relapsing really badly lately-walking on the sides of his feet, stumbling, complaining his legs hurt, etc. So, after he was done looking at Kai's feet, I asked Dr. Gordon about it. Apparently, Kai's feet are correcting very easily, but his tibial torsion, the bones in his lower legs, are causing the problems we are currently having. And beyond Ibuprofen, which Kai can't have, and Tylenol, which doesn't help him, there's nothing I can do for him. I've never felt so helpless before.
Premature baby? Sure. Clubbed feet? Dang. Ok. Screwed up bones in his legs? Bring it. Hip issues? Meh. What's one more problem? Bleeding disorder? Got it covered. Autism? Uh...okay... Pain I can't help him with? Lost. Defeated. Helpless. I have never before encountered something with Kai that I can't help him with.
How fitting that it's pouring down rain.
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