Last Sunday, Gatito started limping, telling us his foot hurt. It went on all afternoon and evening, and he never forgot about it, walking on the outside of his foot.
The next morning, I waited to see what would happen when he got out of bed. He was still walking on the outside of the same foot, but when I asked, he said it did not hurt. Then he limped down the hallway and I decided it was time to take Gimpy to the ped.
As soon as the nurse took us back to an exam room, he announced loudly, “Nothing hurts me!” When the doctor came in, Gatito told him, “Nothing hurts me! I’m very fine!”
The doctor poked and prodded and pushed and pulled all parts of both of Gatito’s legs and feet and told me, “He’s right! Nothing hurts him!” He did witness the limping so he knew I wasn’t insane, but he had no explanation and sent us on our way, telling me to come back if it wasn’t better in a few days. By afternoon, the kid was walking totally normally. The whole thing was so much like this experience with the cat, it’s not even funny.
We’d been at my mom’s the day before when he was limping around, and she asked me to call her and let her know what the doctor had said. She was relieved to hear everything was fine.
“When something like that happens, you always think of J,” she said.
(J is my sister’s husband, who lost a foot to bone cancer at the age of five.)
“Uh, no I didn’t,” I told her. “I thought he might have a splinter.”
Pause.
“Oh. Well, you will now,” she laughed nervously.
Good grief.
That is so strange. My son did the exact same thing this past winter, only he limped for three days and he had to have an x-ray. Nothing wrong at all. Weird.
haha Thanks mom. Now I’ll think of your bil anytime LK limps.