Felt like the white rabbit today. Except without the rabbit hole. And the shrinking and growing. Or the tea party. Or the crazy Queen. But definitely was rushing around with an end result in mind, but not much of a plan as to how to get there.
I was up early to take the kiddos to go to the walk-in clinic. Ironically, not having an appointment this morning, I had no trouble getting out of bed. Go figure.
Malia has strep (again), diagnosed last night at Youth Care and on antibiotics. Walgreens closes at 10 p.m., and after over three hours at Youth Care, they gave us our prescriptions and shooed us out the door at 9:48 p.m. I’m not proud to admit I drove WAY too fast to get to Walgreens before it closed, but we made it. They locked the doors behind us as we walked in and they even turned out the lights everywhere except around the pharmacy. The pharmacy staff was THRILLED to help us with our three prescriptions at three minutes till closing time. I just kept smiling and saying thank you — with nothing really stated in return.
I did make it a point to mention several times that Youth Care JUST let us out and since we were getting antibiotics I really wanted to get her started to kill this strep and not wait till the morning. No validation at all from them. I don’t get it. If it were me, I would have been saying something like “Oh, I understand, we’re happy to help” or anything remotely close to the positive validation realm. It seems we can’t make everyone care about their organization’s brand, now can we?
Back to my white rabbit experience, from our recent history of the Strep Revolving Door, with Malkolm having a low-grade fever, I just took them all in to get Malkolm and Maina checked too. And then if THEY tested positive, I’d get tested too.
There’s something really, really wrong with things when the doctor you’re giving your money to tells you that you”ve spent too much money at his office. The good thing about that is now I’ve got an inside track for some things to just call in for special treatment when needed. Guess we’ve been bumped up to the “Gold Powerseller Patient” status. I get a personal rep who I can call and talk through issues and discuss sicknesses and get extra consideration for call in pharmacy stuff. Maybe they will put our name on one of the exam rooms now. I asked for a silver-plated banner, but I don’t know if that’s going to pan out. It should read Poyer’s Fale. (Fale is Samoan for home.)
Speaking of Samoan, Malkolm and Sia are playing Suipi. It is a Samoan card game which my husband claims is an “old person game” so he doesn’t play with me, although I know he doesn’t play with me because I just beat him too much. I do enjoy it very much (Both playing and beating him ).
I remember one summer when I worked for the ground crew at the college — worked 40 hours a week all summer doing outdoor work. I did a variety of tasks, but spent most of my time driving a tractor trailed by a flail mower. I have to admit that was a fun summer. I sure did have a great tan. Although after that summer, the university instituted a rule that grounds crew was to wear uniforms. I think my way too shorty shorts and sports bras just weren’t really appropriate attire for someone working for a university. Surely it wasn’t just Jenn Flashing that caused this new rule, but I’m sure it didn’t help.
That summer was one of the few times during college that Sia and I were “dating other people.” I have to say that experience really laid the groundwork that moved me into I-think-I-am-really-going-to-marry-this-guy mode. I think sometimes it takes going through some hard stuff to recognize the good stuff. Maybe we only know it’s right after experiencing the wrong?
During my “Summer of Fun” I taught practically the entire grounds crew how to play and almost everyone was playing this Samoan card game during our morning break. And now, as I’m watching my son and his daddy play, the past memories and feelings are merging with my current memories and feelings. What a surreal experience. It’s kind of hard to explain. It’s like living two parallel lives, one separate from the other, and then having both become aware of the other in an instant, with all the memories rushing out and intermingling together, finding their new order and place in the compiled memory pool (gee, I never realized my life was so much like a science fiction novel).
Malkolm just finished beating Sia in Suipi for the second time. Now he thinks he is going to beat me. I suppose I should go show him how it’s done and put him back in his 10-year-old place.
I’ll just leave you with this … Remember that sometimes we’re trying so hard to smell the roses that we forget our nose is right in front of us. Breathe deep, people. Breathe deep.
More adventures tomorrow …