Wornoutwoman

Usually when your doctor calls you it's for one of three things: 1) You're due for your appt or missed it. 2) You owe them money. 3) The test results came back and it's not good. Even with the above list, I don't think I can ever remember my doctor(s) calling me on my cell in the last ten years.  Imagine my surprise when I get a voice mail from Sharon, my doctor's nurse, a few weeks ago.  I turned up the volume on my phone to make sure I took in every word of her message, because this had to be important stuff for them to initiate a call to me. Imagine my surprise - even bigger this time - in that her message was not medically related at all!  Now what in the world would Sharon or my fav doc need so desperately that they're trying to track me down? Well - they wanted books! And not just any book...mine. I laughed at her message which in short said 'that the copy of Finding Kylie I'd given doctor was in the patient waiting room, where many wom...

Yesterday we had our four-year-old check-up. We got his hearing and vision checked...A-OKAY. He got to pee in a cup for the first time, which he was thrilled about. What is it about boys and peeing anyways? (I think that's another blog) After the initial consultation, when our doctor asked him a round of pertinent questions to test his mental capacity, the nurse came in with a box of needles hidden behind her back. I hugged my son and laid him down for her. She told him to grab my hands and squeeze hard if he needed to. He saw the first of two syringes in her hands, and just lay there in a stupor. I know he was thinking, "You're gonna do what?" He held my hands and didn't even flinch when the first one when in. She slowly injected the shot and pulled out and grabbed the second round. I felt no squeezing going on and no tears were welling up....hmmmm...good sign. Number two went in his other leg, and again he didn't even flinch. After she p...