The WORST Trip to the Doctor’s Office…EVER

One day, two or three years ago, I had to go to the pediatrician to check to see if I had Strep Throat. My mom and sister were there too. I was very stubborn and I think that they still agree. My doctor had extremely hairy hands and he looked like a wild monkey. I was scared of every little thing that little kids would normally not be afraid of. He told me he would have to stick this long, skinny, Q-tip looking stick down my throat to swab it. I very stubbornly told him he would not. I clamped my mouth shut as tight as I could so he could not put that stick down my throat. Keep in mind I was only 5 or 6 years old. So, he asked me “Isabella, do you want to do this the hard way or the easy way?” I made a very bad mistake because I said “GIVE ME THE HARD WAY!!!”   He said, “Mom, hold her down and I will swab her throat.” I yelled at the top of my lungs, NO NO NO NO NO NOOOO!!!!! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME!!” but he did it anyway. I tried to tell hi not to do it but he did. He shoved that Q – tip sharp looking stick thingy down my throat. I can’t believe he did that to me. My mom was shocked that he would make her hold me down. But my mom knew it had to be done and that I would not be hurt from it. But I was. My sister was laughing because she does that when she gets nervous. She was 17 or 18 at the time this happened, that’s what teenagers do to their little sisters.

 

After the hairy monkey swabbed my throat he left the room. My sister said “Isabella Rachel Kahn could you be more stubborn?   You probably scared all the other kids with that yelling of yours. Gosh, mom, you should be embarrassed.” And I said, “When did you become so mean?” My mom was sweating from holding me down because I wouldn’t just sit there and be stubborn, I wore her out! After the hairy monkey swabbed my thought, my mom, sister, and I went to Pottery Barn Kids to get me something after the scary doctor swabbed my throat. He probably is not so scary to me any more. I possibly am wrong. I think I am. I know I am. Next time I’m going to choose the easy way.

 

By Isabella Kahn