First, I want to thank all my friends for praying on a speedy recovery for the Dinks. The little one is much better now. The poor thing was losing it from both ends (attic in the beginning and basement in the end). Her basement exploded only once. Thankfully, my mom and dad were watching her at the time of impact. Lucky lucky theeeeemmmmm! Although Dinks hasn't injested anything larger than a six curl helping of Cheese Doodles in the past three days, she's been drinking which is a good thing considering how much she lost in fluids. I think she also dropped about 4 pounds. And she is still sleeping a lot. Though not 100%, she's doing better so again I thank you.
What better way to celebrate my child feeling better than taking her to yet another doctor this morning. I'm surprised the health insurance through my work is completely insistent they be the primary while Geo's is secondary. They'll kick themselves in the ass over that monumentally stupid choice at a later date I'm sure. Idiots. Today's doctor visit of choice was the ophthamologist. Dinks has this itsy-bitsy problem with her left eye in the way of lack of tears. I've been bitchin about it for months to her pediatrician - that and her extremely flat as a friggin pancake feet. All they kept saying was "she'll outgrow her eye problem". Well, four bouts of pink eye later, one of the doctor's actually listened to my paranoid mom rantings and gave me the name of a pediatric-ophthalmic doctor. This guy was great. Funny as heck and Dink felt comfortable with him, except when he put drops in her eyes and shined a light in them. Then he was an ass according to her. The visit went well. We found out she very possibly has a clogged tear duct. We got a script for drops and scheduled a follow-up visit in ten days. If the drops don't work, she gets surgery. Let's root for the drops!
As always with anything that happens in this house, the doctor visit wasn't complete without vunderbar news. After her drops took effect, the doc did the shine a light in the eye thing. He looked at me and asked "Anyone in the family susceptible to migraines?" Oooo, oooo, me, me! That would be me! This was followed with, "Her eyes react to the light in the same mannerism as someone with migraines. Is she light sensitive?" I guess. I always thought she was hiding from me in the morning when she would pull the covers over her head after I turned on the overhead light. And here all the time I was blinding her while causing immense pain. Lovely. Now I have to watch for migraines in the future.
Eventually, Dinks made it back to school today under protest. The protestor wasn't Dinks but my parents. They seriously thought she was going to be at their home for the rest of the week. I'm sorry, but the kid's tuition was paid for the month; ergo, the child is goin'. Mom was all, "She looks a bit pale. I think she should stay home. But you ARE her mother so .... blah blah blah" I tuned her out near the end. She might have said something important or relevant - I'll never know. Now, this is the same woman who doted over me because I was born with a shitty immune system. The second I sniffled, I was home from school. I fear this mollycoddling has spilled over to my oh-so-too-much-like-me child.
I am not being ungrateful, mind you. I'm lucky my parents are willing to put their lives on hold to watch my child. But I think they get just a teensy-weensy bit zealous when it comes to the Dinks.
So, that be it fer now. I'm exhausted and I need sleep. Gotta get my rest for the big day tomorrow - buying the washing machine. Boo-ya!