Having moaned about the sleep deprivation, Go Kate Winslet and Sean Penn! (Best quote of the night? “Well you commie homo-loving suns of guns!”) I didn’t see “The Reader” but Kate has been amazing for many years. Her performance in “Revolutionary Road” (which I did see! But it wasn’t nominated!) was extraordinary. And “Milk” is on my list to see. (The speech by "Milk" screenwriter Dustin Lance Black had both Erin and I wiping away tears.) So it wasn’t all for nothing.
Closer to home, I should report that the doctor on Friday afternoon was not any big deal at all. I think that’s a great policy, tell the patients it’s going to be a monumental, soul crushing wait so they can be pleasantly surprised when they are In And Out In An Hour. I came armed with apple juice and Cheese Nips (#1 health choice—purchased in rushed desperation at the bus station on my way home). The hooligans were more than happy with the MSG loaded treat and it helped passed the time splendidly. I made the mistake of having a few after they went to bed. My god, the salt. They were delicious. Anyway, the diagnosis was as Erin and I suspected, conjunctivitis. A bit of fluid in the ears, but not infected. Leo’s definitely goopy but his spirits seem fine. But can I just say how much I dislike this doctor? She’s just, I don’t know, off-putting. She has no sense of humor (an automatic shut-out for me) and just seems critical. She walks in the door and sweet Leo throws his arms around her. Her reaction? Oh, thank you for whipping your boogies on me. Way to put the kid at ease, right? I mean, seriously? She's a pediatrician. I have to think "boogies" are the least of what she sees. I do my best to keep Leo’s nose and face snot free but I literally would need to hook him up to a hose to keep it totally tidy. Sue me. I do the best I can. And of course for some reason this critical doctor alerts my Can’t Stop Talking reflex. I say things like:
Me: Well he went to school today and they didn’t call me about his eye, I was very surprised.
Dr. X: He went to school like this? They didn’t call you?
Me: Yea well I had to go to work and the regular school nurse is on maternity leave so maybe the new one isn’t as good I don’t know…
Maybe I’m too sensitive, but she just generally creeps me out. And it’s weird because I LOVE everyone else in the practice. I think if I met the nurse practitioner in a different context we could totally be mom buddies, so to have this weirdness…I’ve thought about having something in our file that says we don’t want to see this doctor. I’ve talked to other people that have done this. I’m just a chicken sometimes. I don’t like conflict. Not that I think anybody would care if we boycotted Dr. X.
In other news, maybe I am tired from the weekend itself. Don’t get me wrong, it was wonderful. Saturday is just the kind of day I like to have (ONE day out of the weekend). We left the house at 10 a.m. and didn’t get back until dinner time. And best of all there were no major meltdowns (by the kids or me). Erin had to work (which is rare for a Saturday). So it was just the hooligans and me at a birthday party at one of those indoor play spaces (not the one we usually go to). After the party we drove around while I tried to get them to take a nap (success) and then it was on to Manhattan for the playdate with the Down syndrome group (more on that and the party, in a later post).
In milestone news, we turned Ellie’s car seat around. She’s technically still able to be rear facing in the seat she has but she seemed to be very uncomfortable in it with her long legs. I can’t believe what a big girl she looks like when I turn around and see her facing me now. The pigtails don’t hurt either.
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Am I a bad mom because I've already turned Cal around in his carseat? Technically I did it about two weeks before he turned one. He just seemed so left out back there. And, he's big.
Your Saturday sounds exhausting. You've got way more stamina than me...perhaps I need vitamins.
Most importantly, that pedi sounds like a total loser. I would most definitely request not to see her anymore, and I don't make a habit of doing stuff like that. But. We already have enough mama guilt without some clueless, rude doctor making it worse. And her reaction to Leo would be enough to make me never want to see her, anyway. She is clearly in the wrong profession.
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