This must be rant week for daddy boo, perhaps it is the time off, the clarity of being able to think of the tasks I have laid out in front of me, who knows.
The mrs. even commented yesterday that I am back to my typical sarcastic, quick witted, snarky demeanor. Is this good? You better believe it!
This morning, lil boo woke up with a high fever, coughing like a seal, calling out for his mommy. Off I went into his room to get him, letting the mrs. sleep in (at least for another 10 lousy minutes or so).
My poor lil buddy was…..*drum roll* SICK! The cold that I thought he had yesterday had turned into something much worse overnight. The alien invasion of nastiness ventured straight into his lungs (as it always does).
Out of his bed I took him, holding the burning lil demons within, mr. roasty toasty was down for the count. We sat down on the couch, doing what this daddy thought was alright for the time being, rubbing his back, holding him tight, ensuring him that everything would be alright.
With the faint whispers from within, I hear the constant call for, “mommy”. I let the lil guy lay down on the couch and covered him up with his blanket and animals, while I went to go get the mrs.
After the shock of hearing her lil boo was sick, she rambled off about a zillion items of things I should have done – did, the minute he was up.
Enter daddy goof up, I was more concerned about comforting him, then anything else at the moment.
With a jump out of bed, a step to the ground and skip to her lil boo – he was doctored up by mrs. mommy in a heartbeat.
Wondering when the fever would break, (it took exactly an hour) and why the doctor’s office was not answering their phone, we were just steps away to heading to the hospital.
Why? Lil Boo has had his fair share of pneumonia, RSV, croup, bronchitis and whatever else is floating in the air. He is susceptible to catching anything and everything, which sucks monkey balls! <—Yes, a direct quote from yours truly!
Now for my rant, waiting for 5 minutes, to reach top of the hour…the doctor’s office is open. Unfortunately, it is not the office nearest to where we live. Fine, whatever…beats catching whatever is in the hospital and those outrageous bills.
Off we travel to find the location of the office. Lil Boo is persistent that he is all better.
I’m all better, alright. *cough* *cough* We don’t need to go to the doctor. *cough* *cough*
Yes, I believe you….tell the doctor you are all better.
*Fast Forward*
Inside the little micro mini room waiting for the doctor, sweating as the air did not seem to work in this room. Remember my rant earlier this week? It is bloody hot here in the Valley! In enters Mr. Doctor Doodaahdaah himself.
I have no idea who this guy is, the Doc on call, weekend goober who lost with the shortest straw…..all I do know is this:
- He is not my sons doctor, she is at the other location.
- (He/She) <—See the difference?
- When someone is talking to you, remember do not be a Male Chauvinistic Pig!
- Read the charts/history – It gives you some background!
Here, I’ll explain Dr. ShortStraw (and yes I understand you went to med school…blah blah – my sons ‘true’ doctor on file is far superior to you!)
First, we are at another location fair enough, they were open on Saturday and did save us from having to go to the hospital.
Second, lil boo’s doctor is a female (she) woman, not you Dr. ShortStraw.
Third, when you ask a question regarding my son, and my wife (the mrs.) is explaining to you all of his symptoms, history, etc etc….you give her the respect she deserves and look at her not me! I was not speaking to you, I did not have all the answers, the mrs. is far more superior in knowledge when it comes to health/medicine. This is why she was explaining everything to you….but excuse me Mr. ShortStraw Chauvinistic Pig….there are three males in this little micro mini room to one female….majority must rule right?? How I wanted to slap this guy up side the head, do not put your back to her and only look at me, common decency/respect/courtesy….did your mother teach you anything???
Damn, I was pissed off after that…..
Fourth, Dr. ShortStraw…you took your sweet time coming into the room, the office was not busy by any means (us and one other child), did you not go over my sons chart before entering the room?? You had no idea of his past…everything you ever wanted to know was right there in front of your chauvinistic eyes. Open the bloody chart up! You will see a pattern of illness, known issues, and corrective measures needed to prescribe the correct medicine. Really, trust me, it’s all there – we go through this every year. Do you due diligence, be a doctor, and most importantly remember when someone is speaking to you, give them the respect they deserve. This is the mrs. we are talking about!
That’s my rant….lil boo has croup (again) ’tis the season for Albuterol treatments with the nebulizer and oral steroid pills.
Enjoy!
Welcome to the YOB Years! Where all you need is a BIG Hug!
~daddy bookins
