Dentist visit produces pride and sympathy

Mr S went to the dentist today as planned. He was very calm and relaxed, meeting lots of new people there and everyone was so engaging with him that he was chirpy and vocal. We talked about how it was similar to his favourite Mr. Bean story. We chatted with one of the Boccia team members about electric wheelchairs and waited our turn. They called his name and we went to Room Two. The dentist and nurse were very nice and carefully considered all the options due to Mr S’s swallowing difficulties. The biggest challenge for Mr S is that he just has too many teeth and they don’t get brushed well enough, due to the swallowing concerns. The teeth were cleaned up and plaque removed very carefully with suction capturing any fragments. He did amazingly well, reclined in the big dentist’s chair and holding my hands calmly. He was not always keen, but he had an air of someone that understood it was needed and that everyone there was helping him. Two student exchange dentists were in the room too and were surprised that this was his first ever visit and how well he was doing. 

I’d prepared myself for a struggle, for thrashing about, arching his back and moving his face away. None of this was the case apart from a short moment, when he wanted a break.. The dentist stopped, reassured him he was looking mighty handsome and that he  needed to do the other side to be even. I was so proud of him and kept telling him this and that he was being better behaved than Mr Bean.

When it was all over, his reward was to watch traffic for a little while. We then took a walk round the wheelchair factory across the way. We watched welding, wheel rims being made and a wheelchair having its foam wheels replaced for air ones. He was clear that this was fine, but he wanted to watch traffic some more, so we did.

I bet you’re wondering why ‘sympathy’ was in the title… Well, we went back inside and found a playroom with a couple of yoga balls, so got him out of his chair on to the mat to play with them. We were playing ‘knock the bells off the top of the ball’ when one of the other children from Bann feung fah, in his young and excited way, threw a toy that landed straight on Mr S’s cheek. He instantly cried and I thought it was the shock, so I told him he was alright and checked him over. Then I started to see a lump forming and two small cuts. This turned into a black eye and more swelling. He cried for a short time and glared at the little one who did it. We got some ice and put him back in his chair. The swelling went down a bit. Every time someone saw the ice and his eye, they asked how it happened and again he looked at the little one. 

We waited for the minibus, got back, had another NG tube put down and he had his milk. Later he had some paracetamol to ease the pain if there was any. It was quite a brave trip on all accounts.

Thank you all for your prayers.

Nicola Anderson 




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