I know I have to get older but does it have to happen so slowly? Everyday brings some new aspect of my mind or body which functions a little less effectively than it did the day before. The suspense of seeing what’s gonna break down next is what’s really killing me.
My baby got all these medieval ailments. So far she’s had croup AND hand, foot and mouth diseases -Trixie’s a real Renaissance woman! Obviously it’s hard on us when she’s sick because it requires a great deal of extra work. Our lives, which we've grown accustomed to being run by the tyrannical rule of a baby, are now subject to the dictatorial whims of millions of microscopic germs. Their rule is marked by torrents of tears and floods of diarrhea. If she's really sick or running a fever, to free ourselves from the rule of these despotic, scatological germs we have to seek the help of medical institutions. Doctors, nurses and insurance companie s allegedly exist for the sake of public welfare despite the fact that dealing with them usually makes me want to blow my brains out. When Trixie was diagnosed with croup, our pediatrician, who we really like, prescribed exactly three (3) doses of the steroid Trixie needed. Not one drop more, not one drop less. She ...
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