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Tuesday, March 28, 2006A Slice Of My LifeI haven't fallen down any steps, broken numerous bones, or wandered into the nearest Asylum for Bewildered Writers. I'm just.....engulfed by life-as-I-know-it. Like today. It was Day Number Four of Spencer's come-and-go earache. I was convinced that it wasn't an ear infection. After almost fourteen years of motherhood, one tends to simply "know" these things. Besides, I'm anti-antibiotic unless absolutely necessary. But around 3:00 today, I snapped. Spencer's ear was hurting right through the Ibuprofin suspension (that smelled like a creamsicle, I kid you not). So I called the doctor's office and snagged the 3:40 spot that had just opened up due to a cancellation. There was a slight problem, though. My dad had taken Jonathan fishing -- in my van. So it was a matter of calling his cell phone and asking him to please come home as quickly as possible. I dialed. It rang. I got his voicemail. "He's not answering!" I shrieked to my mother. "Oh, he's probably left the phone in the car." Great. That's just what I wanted to hear. "I'll try again," I said, pushing the button on my cell phone. As I stood listening to the ringing in my ear, my land line started to ring. In a flustered moment of panic, I handed my cell phone to my mom, figuring that she could explain things to my dad, and grabbed the other phone. "Hello? Hello?" There was no answer. "Um, Jilly...I can hear you saying, 'hello, hello' on here." Okay. I had just called myself on the cell phone. "Take a deep breath." What are moms for, if not for giving advice that nobody's capable of following at the moment? I took my cell phone in hand to give my dad's phone another try. While I waited for the call to go through, I exploded through my front door, looking frantically up and down the street and muttering, "Who can I call? Who can I call?" to myself. "Hello?" "DAD!!!" He hadn't left the phone in the van, after all. True to his Original Prince Charming In My Life form, he hustled Jonathan, the fishing gear, and himself home faster than a 72-year-old ought to. He's really an amazing guy. I got Spencer to the doctor right on time, and only cringed a little bit while I watched the man remove a brown, mutant wad of ear wax from Spencer's right ear. Then he pulled out a second chunk. "I wouldn't be surprised if this wax has been the source of the pain," said the brave doctor. I was right about there not being an infection, though. Fluid from Spencer's slight cold, yes. But no "angry redness" at all. Which makes one wonder why the doctor proceeded to prescribe a 10-day run of amoxycillin. Nope, I haven't filled the prescription. My little guy is rip-roarin' ready to go for his birthday tomorrow. His spunk and energy returned as soon as that God-forsaken chunk-o-wax was removed from his ear. I'm going to dose him up with Benadryl and tuck him in bed. All told, blogging is definitely more fun than watching the removal of disgusting body matter. So maybe I'd better start blogging more. Thanks for missing me. |
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I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
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4of my readers are feeling chatty:
The wait was worth the ear-wax tale! :)
It's amazing what sorts of disgusting things our bodies can create and save up for us.
For instance, I found this...
Um, Erica needs me.
Glad you are back.
You know that always had problems with my ears during childhood (most of the time I didn't want to hear what my parents had to say *grin*). I still have problems with wax building up badly.
Glad to see you blogging again, my friend. :)
LOL and iiieewwww and I'm glad you're back and everyone is relatively ok. :-)
I'm glad Spencer is feeling better & that is wasn't a nasty infection.
I hope he had a fantastic birthday (earache free!)...
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