If I Didn't Have To Pay The Doctor Bills We'd Have Our Own Island In The Bahamas

Well this is just a fun, fun week. (What week isn't around here?) But I'm getting things accomplished and that's good. The sewing I'm getting done is phenomenal. If there was an Olympic sport for sewing designs on shirts, I'd consider myself to be in training. I'm kicking some shirt, um, sleeves. Go, me!

Becky complained of an ear ache Monday evening and I pulled my most popular mom-remedy out and told her to take two Tylenol for the pain and go to bed. I've found that 90% of the time kids will wake up feeling fit as a fiddle. The other 10% of the time it truly is something to be a bit concerned over, and that's when I call the doctor. (I rarely panic over things. I've found that it just wastes energy that could be better spent doing anything else, like breathing.)

Becky's ear still hurt Tuesday morning so I called the pediatrician. She had an ear infection. Don't tell the school, but we spent the rest of the day shopping and eating out instead of rushing her back to school. The doctor's excuse said that she'd return to school the next day, and I figured it was best to follow doctor's orders, you know? *ahem*

I asked about her ultrasound test results (because the doctor doesn't know that we know the results) but we saw a different doctor who knew nothing about anything other than the ear. And she consulted me about a dog problem that she was having. (Why don't I start charging the ped for the dog advice that I dole out every time I'm there? We could start bartering services. Seriously.)

That was Tuesday.

On Wednesday the mom-dog was lethargic and refused to leave the puppies. While she could easily be the best mom-dog I've ever had (and that's a tall order to fill) that's not like her at all. Plus her nose was leathery and rather un-normal looking. I spent the morning at the vet. I used to feel thirty-six kinds of stupid when I didn't know something that I thought I should, but I've realized today that if I don't know about something then that simply means that I haven't experienced it first-hand. That makes ignorance a very good thing. But I learned something today. Eclampsia. It's real. And it's easily remedied by calcium pills.

I also learned that if you don't have time to shower between the vet and speech therapy that a set of dressy clothes will trick people into thinking better of you than they should.

I called the pediatrician when I got home to ask about Becky's test results. Again. That cyst was scary enough for the pediatrician to pass off to the OB/GYN. (She mentioned things like overly large, twisting the ovary, and losing organs. Of course, she also said these would be worst case scenarios. Me, still not panicking. I haven't heard the official report from the specialist yet.) The secretary at the OB/GYN mentioned the fun word "surgery" in reference to the cyst's removal, but I chose not to tell the daughter this. I'm beginning to think that the birth control pill is a rosier outlook.

And then out of sheer guilt for making my daughter visit the OB/GYN when I haven't been in for so long (hush with the medical talk - I KNOW) I scheduled myself an appointment. The secretary tried to schedule for the same time that my daughter was there. Chicka, I do not consider it mother-daughter bonding to have coinciding gynie visits. Not happening in this life or the next. And don't think I wasn't aware of the fact that you had to put me on hold so that you could laugh from my comment about not scarring my daughter for life. Laugh away. I'm standing firm on this one.

Maybe next week will be boring. One can only hope.