The whole third child thing is going well. Ellie is a great eater, she would nurse all the live long day if we let her. She is also a prolific pooper, like her brother and sister before her. And she generally sleeps pretty well. So the baby part is good, I am recovering pretty well. Until today.
I have a habit of getting stupid injuries, and I think today is a perfect example. I was heating up my lunch in microwave. When I took it out the juice from the pot roast splashed me, burning my hands. I hurried up and set it down so I could put my hands under cold water. Then I noticed my foot was also burning, somehow one of the potatoes escaped the plate, landed on the floor and I stepped on the searingly hot potato. Which was stuck between my toes. So I hoisted my foot up to the sink, while being cautious of the ho-ha stitches. I have been sitting with an ice pack for a few hours now, and the toes seem pretty burnt.
Bud was shocked that I managed to hurt myself in the 5 minutes he was in the shower. But he has not once but twice been hit by cars, so he has no room to judge.
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Friday, May 15, 2009
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Doctor
Periodically, events from the past pop into my head for no real reason. So driving home the other night I remembered this one.
I was in 4th grade schooching my chair forward and bumped myself on the desk. There was a shooting ,horrible pain in my chest. Later I found a lump where I had hit myself. One of my parents closest friends had just died of cancer, so I was terrified that I had some sort of cancer. It took a few days before I got the courage to tell my parents about it. They were both a bit freaked about it and decided I should go to the doctor. My dad had his own business, so it was easier for him to go with me, because my mom was working at the time.
The doctor examined me then told me everything was fine, blah, blah blah...Only years later did I get the rest of the story from my mom. The doctor had me go out of the room and had this conversation with my dad.
Dr: Your daughter is developing.
Dad: Developing what??? Cancer?
Dr: No developing, you know, .....puberty.
Dad: Puberty?
Dr: Yes, your daughter is developing breasts.
Dad: No she's not.
Dr: Yes, she is.
Dad: No
Dr: Yes
Dad: No, she's only ten. You're wrong. She is a baby.
Dr: I'm not wrong, and ten is when they start to develop.
Dad: You are a quack, and stupid and wrong. They should take your license away.
Later dad tells mom.
Mom: Oh, my God, of course. Why didn't I think of that. We need to shop for a training bra.
Dad: You are all crazy, I think they will go away.
I'm pretty sure I am the only girl to ever go to the doctor for getting boobs. I also imagine the fun the doctor has had over the last 25 years or so telling the story. All his doctor friends hanging out telling stories of stupid patients and him saying "oh, I have the best one ever!"
I was in 4th grade schooching my chair forward and bumped myself on the desk. There was a shooting ,horrible pain in my chest. Later I found a lump where I had hit myself. One of my parents closest friends had just died of cancer, so I was terrified that I had some sort of cancer. It took a few days before I got the courage to tell my parents about it. They were both a bit freaked about it and decided I should go to the doctor. My dad had his own business, so it was easier for him to go with me, because my mom was working at the time.
The doctor examined me then told me everything was fine, blah, blah blah...Only years later did I get the rest of the story from my mom. The doctor had me go out of the room and had this conversation with my dad.
Dr: Your daughter is developing.
Dad: Developing what??? Cancer?
Dr: No developing, you know, .....puberty.
Dad: Puberty?
Dr: Yes, your daughter is developing breasts.
Dad: No she's not.
Dr: Yes, she is.
Dad: No
Dr: Yes
Dad: No, she's only ten. You're wrong. She is a baby.
Dr: I'm not wrong, and ten is when they start to develop.
Dad: You are a quack, and stupid and wrong. They should take your license away.
Later dad tells mom.
Mom: Oh, my God, of course. Why didn't I think of that. We need to shop for a training bra.
Dad: You are all crazy, I think they will go away.
I'm pretty sure I am the only girl to ever go to the doctor for getting boobs. I also imagine the fun the doctor has had over the last 25 years or so telling the story. All his doctor friends hanging out telling stories of stupid patients and him saying "oh, I have the best one ever!"
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