Thursday, October 7, 2010
And so I followed my gut and ended up at the walkin clinic with both kids. The verdict? TONSILLITIS. I picked up my Amoxicillan and headed off happily. The funny thing was though, when I called The Man and told him, he sounded all grave. I asked him if he was all worried about tonsillitis. He assumed tonsillitus meant you had to get your tonsils out. NO, no, nooo, silly, I told him, it means she has a throat infection. Am I pathetic because this makes me happy? Why does this make me happy, you may ask? Well, because it means that what was wrong with her was VISIBLE, and now she has a nice prescription and she'll feel better. I HATE taking the kids to the doctor's and the doctor says; "well, I looked at his/her throat, and I can't see anything. Call in a few days if he/she doesn't feel better." That may be one of the more disheartening things.
I felt like an idiot in the waiting room though, as Ella was DANCING to the music playing nearly the whole time. Then she and Jack were hugging each other, which turned into fighting, then they would hug each other again, and Ella would lick Jack's face. As Ella was dancing, I felt like sheepishly saying to the other people in there with us; "um, she really is quite sick."
Tired karen left with two happy children and celebrated with McSalt&Fat for dinner. Hooray!
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