Back from doctor.
Okay, first...there are four doctors in this office. Not *one* of them was around this morning? Out of four?! For realsies?
Anyway.
Emeline has...some...virus. Probably. It's not strep. Nope. But it's a...virus. Of some kind. We think. Maybe. Most likely. Yep. A virus.
She got a dose of H1N1 vaccine (via nasal spray, so Daddy's assurances of "You won't get a shot" wouldn't be met with "Daddy, you're a lying cocksucker!"). And a prescription for, no shit, plenty of chicken soup.
Thanks, Doc. Here's your fucking co-pay.
I has a haircut! Basically, it's just 2 inches off what it looked like yesterday, with MUCH shorter bangs and an actual style.
I sent The Boy a text saying "I have a very stylish buzz cut!"
But he knows I would never do that -- I should have come up with a more believable lie.
Oooh! Unexpected work Graeter's party! (Big!Boss's birthday.) Gotta go eat high butterfat ice cream!
ARGH, the only problem is the only color in my size is camel and I wanted navy. *stamps not so dainty feet*
Well done, smonster! I wanted to enable, then saw the price. smonster for the win!
virus (or whatever)~ma for Em & her Daddy.
edit: Then sees Barb's next post...Um, coat~ma?
Aw, poor Em. But boo! on useless doctor-types.
I think the prescription for chicken soup should also have an addendum for hot cocoa.
With teeny tiny marshmallows.
I think the prescription for chicken soup should also have an addendum for hot cocoa.
With teeny tiny marshmallows.
And popsicles to help bring down the fever. Poor Em!
I think the prescription for chicken soup should also have an addendum for hot cocoa.
With teeny tiny marshmallows.
Great, now I want hot cocoa with rose-flavored marshmallows.
But boo! on useless doctor-types.
I don't think that's an entirely fair way to characterize doctors just because sometimes the illness is something that can't be treated medically. Better to send her home for large doses of love and cocoa and soup than to order an unnecessary Rx for antibiotics.
That said, I, like MM, hate bringing in a sick kid to the doctor only to find there's nothing they can do for her that I couldn't have done at home. It's a PITA.
I sent The Boy a text saying "I have a very stylish buzz cut!"
Hahaha. I did this once, for realz. I was just back from Peace Corps and had no money and a friend was buzzing another friend, so I decided "why not?"
My. mom. flipped. "A *friend* did that? A FRIEND?"
Good times. I only have one pic of me from that era.
ARGH, the only problem is the only color in my size is camel and I wanted navy.
Oh noes! Enable!fail! Hmmph.
Now I want hot cocoa.
