I wish doctors offered frequent flyer miles or a rewards system because we sure have had to see a lot of them in the last few weeks. Yes, the arm fracture and subsequent dozen trips to the doctor but also Nate's asthmatic bronchitis and this weekend's pink eye, courtesy, of course, of day care. Clementine woke up Saturday morning with her eye sealed shut with junk, so we hightailed it to the urgent care office, got some drugs and put her under quarantine for the rest of the weekend. She's actually here with me at work for the day, behaving beautifully because I've plugged her into the beloved "Mah Na Mah Na" and her Aunt K has been spoiling her with cake.
But there is much to tell of our weekend snowboarding adventures (you won't be reading it on my corporate sponsor's website just yet). After work. After the laundry. After, after, after.
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for years i have been wondering what the hell pink-eye was and why kids in america only seemed to get it. then i googled it and realized that pink eye is conjunctivitis. god, do i feel stupid now.
hope little C gets better soon, eye goop is the worst.
That's funny! I called it conjunctivitis at first (since her eye never did get pink--just goopy) and people looked at me with a glazed-over stare of incomprehension. Pink eye gets instant recognition over here...and sympathy.
yeah, i find that some people have a hard time with real words for things. like "spoon" instead of "food-digger".
i'm gonna start saying pink eye. it feels more exciting.
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