And, since I walked to and up the Acropolis in high-heeled dress shoes that are a bit smallRaq, I'm sorry you're feeling oogy all over, but the above might be my favorite Buffista statement in recent memories. How cool is that--that you get to mention walking up to the frigging Acropolis, the way the rest of us would mention walking to a bus stop? Yeah, yeah, diplomatic life, yada yada still cool cakes.
Good lord, Cindy. I want to go over there and yell at the Doctor's office. Idiot people. You should totally bollock them. If she did this to you, who the hell else is she going to do this to? Kick her ass!
I'm going to call the doctor this morning, and ask to speak to him about all this. I understand what happened while we were in the office. I knew it something physical was going on, but Chris was mostly acting freaked out, and neither the doctor or nurse were in the exam room with us when it began. So they were just treating him as a freaked out child--they gave him a popsicle and everything. If I'd been able to articulate everything that was going through my mind to either dh, or the doctor, we'd have just stayed a few minutes so they could observe Chris, and everything would have been addressed in a timely manner.
What we were trying to do was to get Chris calmed down, so Ben could take him to the waiting room, and dh and I could have a moment to talk to the doctor about some developmental issues.
But yeah. Once I got home, called them, and told the office worker he was red, and had hives, that's where I have a real problem with what happened. My doctor also made a mistake, but an understandable one, I think, given the general confusion, and that Chris's symptoms were not so evident while we were still in office.
'Specially since we still use thee and thy and other archaic forms in Yorkshire dialectYou do? All right, that's just neat. Although 'yeself' is just funny. Would it be thine self?