The one where I want to punch a doctor…
Ok, so that’s not actually as bad as it sounds.
But watching your kiddo being poked and prodded and the poking and prodding being painful, brought out a long dormant instinct in me this morning. It’s rare that I want to hit someone, and the doctor was simply doing his job, and he had to examine her knee and leg thoroughly to make his diagnosis, so I knew it was ok, and she knew it was ok and had to happen and she was as brave as anything, but it gave me that “you hurt my kid, I may kill you” feeling, that I don’t think a non parent can describe feeling. I guess it’s a primevil nature thing, or something? Who knows? I was awake at 1am with a cat being sick in the bath (at least she chose the bath, not the cream carpet in the living room and thankfully it was only a hair ball, and she’s not actually ill, we have had ENOUGH drama and medical visits this week, thank you) then we had a wet bed incident at 5:45am, so it’s probably safe to say that I am rather tired and this blog post is probably incoherent at best…
The diagnosis thankfully isn’t one of major doom and gloom but it could take 6-8 weeks to properly heal. She is thrilled to be getting out of PE for the rest of the term, she’s not my daughter for nothing, let’s just hope she hasn’t inherited my knees too!
It’s Friday. I’m tired, I think I may have already said that? But I’m glad it’s the weekend.
I plan to eat some more of these (basically they are my sneaky sweet treat of choice right now) and regroup, rest, and not do much else. Rest is subjective when you have kids but we always try.
So today I had to resist punching a doctor, even if he was just doing his job, and he did give us hopeful news, and I’ve eaten my weight in American candy treats, I hope your Friday has been more useful than mine?