1. We could’ve made our own commercial. Would’ve gone a little something like this:
Pediatrician Visit: $70.00
Pediatric Orthopedist Vist: $330.00
Knowing that Lovegirl will not have the nickname “Peg Leg” for the rest of her life: Priceless
Long story short: Lovegirl woke up refusing to bear weight on her right leg. When she did finally attempt to walk, she was hobbling around and just looking generally pained. Took her to the pediatrician who looked alarmed and sent us to “the only pediatric orthopedist in town.” Four hours later the diagnosis was a “tiny, tiny toddler fracture in the right femur.” Treatment: Motrin as needed for the pain. It cost me $400 for the doctors to tell me to give her an over the counter pain medicine. Aaargh! But, my girl is happy and healthy and in the end, that’s what counts. Now, how do I explain to her that she “spent” her swimming lesson money at the orthopedist’s?!? Oh, and am I the only parent who has never heard of the “pretty common toddler fracture?” Who knew?
2. The loverly town in which we live has come out to fix our water leak. You know (well, you don’t know,but bear with me), the one I reported constantly. For a year. Three years ago. Anyhoo, they’ve finally deemed the gusher gushy enough to require their attention. Which means our driveway now looks like this:
They promise to have it all fixed by sometime next week. Instead of being pissed that they are finally responding to a problem reported long, long ago, and complaining about how long this has taken, I am going to suck it in, smile and apply the old adage “better late than never.”
Wonder if we could get them to replace the whole driveway? Oh the shame and horror of having to live with a driveway that’s 7/8’s old and 1/8 new!
3. Well, it’s taken me so long to finish this entry, I can’t remember what three was. Maybe later?
Have a grand day!