Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Today is one of those days

Today is one of those days where I love my kid, but ...

I want to throttle her.

My kid is sick. I know that I can be difficult when I'm sick, but at least I have the common courtesy to take it out on my family and not on doctors and nurses.

Margaret has a cold and a terrible sore throat. I fear strep so I made an appointment to see the doctor and to get a strep culture.

She saw the doctor. But she didn't get the strep culture.

Why? Because she didn't want to. She said it didn't feel good. Um, sister, no duh. But you get it done so anyway. That's the beauty of life.

She'd stick out her tongue, but as soon as the nurse got the swab in her mouth, that tongue would recoil.

The nurse was kind and patient. I tried to be patient, then I tried to make her laugh, then I tried not to clamp my hands around her neck (successfully! Yay for self control!).

But the doctor said it didn't look like strep ... yet. It was probably just a virus.

As a child I don't ever remember saying no to a doctor or a teacher or anyone in authority (OK, maybe my parents, but I knew it came with a price). I'm not sure where she gets this from, but she's always been like this. I blame her father's genes.

Of course, I do also sympathize with her and am kind of glad that she will stand up for herself (even if it's utterly wrong to do so). And I love her more than I'm frustrated with her, so life goes on.

And she's still one of my most favorite people to be around. Mostly she's a really great time.

I wrote about spending time indoors with her and with our friends and family over here.

At the end of that post, I mention playing the game of Things. The funniest part of playing that game was my dear friend Tracee saying, "I can't make eye contact with any of you" because our answers were so far beyond the realm of good taste.


Anonymous said...

The funniest thing was the next morning when I woke up and found a baggy full of the answers we had written- apparently I thought they should be saved for posterity.

Yeah, because "Homo says what?" needs to be remembered.


RiveterGirl said...


You were insistent that we not throw away our answers nor cross them out too vigorously so they could be saved and reread at a future date. You also said you wanted to staple them into your game journal. There was also some talk of lamination, but I can't remember much about that.

Anonymous said...

I am just shaking my head and laughing at myself for wanting to save them. Too funny. Maybe I'll find one or two gems to tape into my game journal so that my grandchildren can read the time I wrote "wood."

I'm thinking this game journal will have to be burned when I'm 50.