Well.... budget crunches and bailouts affect us all... even the kids who need to rush to graduate since so many folks will depend on them for support! Ugghhh!
Monday night at work, I'm assisting Dr. Davison with a new 1 pound 1 ounce tiny tot, and instead of securing the baby with tape, I just secured the baby with my hands and the sterile field was built on top of my hands.... Then.... "Sweet Home, Alabama....." is ringing in my pocket. I have Rachael answer the phone, and it's Emma.... "Mom, I'm sick, my head hurts, my ears hurt, I'm stopped up...." I reply, "Do you have a temp?" She says, "No, I don't think so..." To which I say, "Well, you don't have the swine flu, get your dad to give you some tylenol and cold medicine, drink plenty of fluids and you'll be fine....... gotta go... love you, bye." Now, Dr. Davison is shaking his head and saying, "Man, I'd hate to be your kid...." To which I reply, "Paaaleeaassee.... you know as well as I do that no doctor is going to do anything more than that unless she's had a fever for 3 days!" Got him on that one (he conceded)....
Then, "Sweet Home, Alabama....." again.... new text message.... Rachael gets my phone back out, and it's Emma....
Emma: What's a temp? -- to which we laugh hysterically as everybody is amazed a child of mine doesn't know what a temp is..... So, I have Rachael text for me....
My text: It's a fever.... --a few seconds pass and, "Sweet Home, Alabama....." again... Rachael retrieves my phone and reads:
Emma: No duh.... I know it's a fever, what's the numbers? -- we continue to laugh hysterically as I have Rachael text back:
My text: What's YOUR numbers? --as I explain to the younger ones, how a Mother never gives out more information than she has to.... kids will always give you the worst case scenario.... Then, a few seconds later..... "Sweet Home, Alabama......" new text message from Emma....
Emma: 99.0 --"whew, dodged the bullet, PTL, no high fever" I'm thinking, so I have Rachael text back:
My text: Nope, no swine flu for you, you'll be OK! Love ya, Mama
Poor baby, she is better now, but this weather is going to be the death of us all!
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