So Sam gets super high stress when it comes to physical pain. He gets that wild animal, uncontrollable expression and won't listen to anything you have to say. He does mildly better if you explain step by step what is going to happen and there are no surprises. The instacare doctor not only straight up lied several times, but she wasn't very good at stitches either. She kept saying she wouldn't give him a shot, and then gave him 4. Then she said it wouldn't hurt when of course it did. We ended up having Jer pin his top, I pin his leg and I'd narrate what was happening while Jer had him singing Primary songs. Taking the stitches out today went better, but man he does not handle surprises like that well. I felt a little like my emergency preparedness grandma and mom. When he cut it, we were a little way away from our emergency kit in the van, so I pulled a pad out of my camera case, wrapped it around his ankle and put a sock over it to keep some pressure.... Then Jer and Uncle James took turns carrying him down the path and to the car.
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