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Tag Archives: sick (again)
Notes From Mother’s Journal: To The Doctor’s Office And Beyond
I do have a new doctor all lined up. I have not yet met him. 1. I am lazy, 2. All we wanted was flu shots and it seemed simpler to go to the doctor I don’t like rather than … Continue reading
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Illness with Children: A Timeline
Prologue: Children start acting crazy. This is a tough one to nail down, because children can start acting crazy for all kinds of reasons, or for no reason at all. It is the child’s prerogative to act crazy. The parent … Continue reading
This is the Sound of One Flu Knocking
Nah, it’s not *that* flu. Probably. Some other flu. Some run-of-the-mill, probably-caught-at-the-park, nothing-to-do-with-Mexico flu. But as of this morning, Fresco is down with a fever and are the rest of us far behind? Well let’s see. Is it the weekend? … Continue reading
The More Things Change
Two really good days in a row; that’s more than I’ve had in months. I should be grateful. I am, so grateful, but I am also greedy. I want more. I would like weeks. I would like months. Oh! how … Continue reading
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Wherein I Become A Believer in Wet Sock Hocus Pocus
The other day I was at Save On Foods just for a change of scene and they were selling buckets. So I bought one. You never know, right? The only time I remember that we don’t own a bucket * … Continue reading