Thursday, June 28, 2007

From #2

"I really like it when I burp a couple hours after I eat doughnuts."


ewwwww

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Nobody told me how much fun girl hair is...



PIGGY TAILS!

actually they turned into Fountain Tails today. :)

Remember that gripe?

Well, the doctor misdiagnosed me. I have iritis which is much more severe than pink eye and is the 3rd cause of preventable blindness. Doing lots or research around here.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

I got a gripe here

I have pink eye. I don't know if it bacterial, viral or from allergies. All I know is my left eyeball alternates between feeling like there is a piece of sandpaper in it to exploding. I decide to actually go to the doctor. I try to handle all minor medical things at home. I have learned after 5 kids and various flesh filleting done by husband and sons on house projects when to go to the doctors and when to just handle it at home.


Once again the traditional medical system has proven to me it SUCKS. (Sorry mom.) I went to the doctors office and was thankful her accent wasn't so thick I could actually understand her. I have a PCP but can rarely get in to see him so they farm me out to other doctors that don't read my file, see that I am 25 weeks pregnant and actually listen to me. I had all 5 of the kidlets with me in that 8x8 room (last minute appointment). I explain I am here because of pink eye, she does all the light tests, "does it hurt?" poking and prodding. I make to tell her twice that I am 25 weeks pregnant. She says, "Yes, you have conjuntivitis" opens the doors and says she will be right back. That is 15-20 minutes in doctor language. She comes back and gives me a prescription for 2 medications and this is what she says, "Here is a prescription. The first is antibiotic drops but you probably have viral conjunctivitis. The second is for Claritin but they have never tested it on pregnant women."

So, I have a Rx for 2 medications that have not been tested to see if they would cause any damage to the baby, viral conjuntivitis and an antibiotic treatment that won't help a viral infection and I am now out the copay and spending an hour of quality time with my children in an 8x8 examination room. Good thing they all came home with a pair of latex gloves to put on their heads to be roosters.

And the traditional medical establishment wonders why people turn to alternative medicine...

Friday, June 15, 2007

You know what this means?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070614/ap_on_he_me/kids_food

As I was typing about #1 yesterday I was eating Starburst candy. I normally never buy candy bars but I had won this one at a bridal shower. I was disgruntled to learn that they had changed the flavors around. They don't have a regular cherry flavor anymore-it is now disco berry. I grumbled cause they keep changing around things, flavors, ingredients, amounts in the foods we buy. I know it is marketing. But some things you just don't want to change. (See that 5 year old stomp on the floor?)

Now Kellogg's will probably change Fruit Loops. That is it! No more babies for this family! If I cannot have real, regular Fruit Loops when I am morning sick I just can't do it...

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Gotta go. BYE.

That is the abrupt ending my girlfriend Jennifer got today while talking to me on the phone. She was mid-sentence. Since Jenn has been around since before I was married and has been around for the boys and their antics. She knew not to get her panties in a bind. She would call me tonight if she didn't hear from me sooner. We have done this before.
This is the scene I see as I am sitting in the family room. The side door opens. #2 has #4 slung over his shoulder like a sack of wheat. #4 is squawking and protesting the entire way. #1 is following them and has blood running all the way from the top of his head, in between his eyes, down his nose and dripping off his chin.
I hung up on my friend then.

#4 decided to pitch rocks at his older brother and got a bulls-eye. Both of them right on the forehead and one sharp enough to make a dent and a good gash. I had to cut his hair and in his normal boy "don't care what I look like very much" attitude said, "If you shave it, just get me a couple hats. I don't care about a scar. It doesn't hurt. Can I just go back outside and play with Tommy?"