Thursday, February 11, 2010

someone stop me...

I now understand the reasoning behind a mother bear tearing apart anything that comes to harm her cubs.  Heck, right now I understand why a mother bear would tear apart anything period.  But anyway...
I need a new doctor for Brody.  Someone, anyone.. suggestions are more than welcome and here's why:
The last several times we have taken B in for a check-up have been a complete nightmare.  He knows the place and he knows his doctors face.  When we pulled up today he was already asking to leave.. "go??".  Doesn't matter how many Sponge Bob stickers you give him, Brody is not happy there.  To say the very least.
I thought that was normal behavior for any child his age; so I ignored all the other factors that had me leaning towards a switch.  Against my better judgment, we stayed.  But I've let this go on long enough.
I couldn't be more like that mother bear right now.  The fact that a professional association would give my son 3 doses of the SAME shot (when he's only supposed to have 2) infuriates me.  Beyond infuriates me!  What kind of a moron doctor doesn't know how to read a shot record.  And who, oh by the way- gives a random shot to your kid when they aren't supposed to have it.  Even I know how to read a shot record and I'm not a registered or certified anything.
If anything happens to my son so help me..  mother. bear.  Things could get ugly.
On the bright side the Brodster is terrorizing the joint in his usual fashion so I don't think there is too much cause for alarm... but I don't need a third strike before we're out out of there... this is Mesa-city-league-softball people. (I learned that the hard way that you only get 2 strikes but that's another story). Peace out Dr. S---

ohh... I'll forgo the names and address.  They are lucky.. I know my local readers would make a special trip to introduce several dozen cartons of eggs to their front windows.  But let us dispense with the theatrics and be civilized.  Just walk away...maybe just one egg.
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On the other bright side, Brody got his free meal.  Thursday is upon us... a week has gone by again?  Crazy.  Oh- and Brody's been mimicking me like a mad man today too.  My favorite was:
"UGHhhh.  Dang iT."
You said it Brody..that means I did first.  Maybe a good night sleep and my new concealer will give me a brighter tomorrow (not that today was horrible.. just a little stressed about my sons health, that's all really).  You have a brighter tomorrow too.

Just because...Why not (: